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 Malawi and from Woodstock.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ronan,
Donald Byrd,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minutemen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Germs,
Sam Rivers,
Kaleidoscope,
Make Up,
The Gap Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Tubeway Army,
Lightning Bolt,
Zero Boys,
Mission of Burma,
Reuben Wilson,
Silicon Teens,
Isaac Hayes,
Scott Walker,
the Soft Cell,
Ornette Coleman,
Half Japanese,
Severed Heads,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
U.S. Maple,
Television Personalities,
Subhumans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Swans,
B.T. Express,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pantytec,
Grauzone,
Bill Near,
Buzzcocks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barclay James Harvest,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tim Buckley,
Soft Machine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deepchord,
Ultra Naté,
Urselle,
the Slits,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gun Club,
X-Ray Spex,
Robert Görl,
Au Pairs,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.