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 Ivory Coast and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 Soulsonic Force to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Mr. Review,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
OOIOO,
the Bar-Kays,
the Normal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Monks,
Sight & Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lucky Dragons,
Quantec,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Charles Mingus,
Heaven 17,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Moon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mo-Dettes,
T. Rex,
The Barracudas,
Unrelated Segments,
Tom Boy,
Hashim,
Sarah Menescal,
Peter & Gordon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sonics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cameo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
R.M.O.,
Todd Terry,
Skaos,
Bluetip,
Faust,
Basic Channel,
Angry Samoans,
X-Ray Spex,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fat Boys,
In Retrospect,
John Lydon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Television,
Mars,
Yazoo,
David Axelrod,
Gang of Four,
Public Enemy,
Marmalade,
Morten Harket,
Deakin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joy Division,
Adolescents,
John Foxx,
CMW,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.