Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from East Timor and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Loose Ends to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
The Red Krayola,
Fluxion,
Isaac Hayes,
Section 25,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rites of Spring,
Frankie Knuckles,
Saccharine Trust,
Jeff Lynne,
Shoche,
Qualms,
Bang On A Can,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deepchord,
The Black Dice,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Flesh Eaters,
Henry Cow,
Trumans Water,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Real Kids,
Matthew Halsall,
AZ,
Talk Talk,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Archie Shepp,
X-101,
FM Einheit,
Anakelly,
Marvin Gaye,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lakeside,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Maleditus Sound,
The Music Machine,
Clear Light,
Laurel Aitken,
Warren Ellis,
Roxette,
Tubeway Army,
John Holt,
Theoretical Girls,
Schoolly D,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Glenn Branca,
Mantronix,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cosmic Jokers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marmalade,
Black Moon,
Kaleidoscope,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ice-T,
Curtis Mayfield,
Altered Images,
Vladislav Delay,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sandy B,
Yellowson,
Cameo,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.