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 Zambia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pierre Henry to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Ponytail,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Franke,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Byrd,
Rakim,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grey Daturas,
Byron Stingily,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Christie,
Pussy Galore,
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Hood,
Alice Coltrane,
Public Enemy,
Basic Channel,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Motions,
Gastr Del Sol,
Vladislav Delay,
Mars,
Severed Heads,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Anthony Braxton,
Adolescents,
The Gories,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Harmonia,
Ken Boothe,
The Walker Brothers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pulsallama,
Soul Sonic Force,
Procol Harum,
Matthew Halsall,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Circle Jerks,
Sällskapet,
Bill Wells,
Fat Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
T. Rex,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kenny Larkin,
Colin Newman,
Aaron Thompson,
UT,
The Vogues,
the Swans,
Mandrill,
The Gap Band,
Stiv Bators,
The Happenings,
Roger Hodgson,
John Holt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dave Gahan,
Magma,
Glenn Branca,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.