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 Kuwait and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Johnny Osbourne to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Five Americans,
New Order,
Sonny Sharrock,
Excepter,
The Neon Judgement,
Byron Stingily,
Au Pairs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Skatalites,
LL Cool J,
Wally Richardson,
Eddi Front,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Slits,
The Gladiators,
Monolake,
Amazonics,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mandrill,
Outsiders,
Moby Grape,
Cymande,
Swans,
Nick Fraelich,
Rapeman,
DJ Style,
Terry Callier,
The Leaves,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Groovy Waters,
Rekid,
Dead Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fat Boys,
Unwound,
KRS-One,
Joe Smooth,
Laurel Aitken,
La Düsseldorf,
Gong,
Moebius,
Flipper,
Thompson Twins,
Intrusion,
Theoretical Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Magazine,
The Evens,
X-Ray Spex,
Liliput,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wings,
Buzzcocks,
a-ha,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David Axelrod,
Camberwell Now,
Basic Channel,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.