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 Sudan and from Hong Kong.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 John Foxx to the rock 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marine Girls,
Sparks,
Brick,
Theoretical Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
Ponytail,
Pierre Henry,
48th St. Collective,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pantaleimon,
The Dead C,
The Dirtbombs,
Suburban Knight,
Das Ding,
Organ,
Eli Mardock,
The Toasters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cymande,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Coltrane,
Morten Harket,
Aswad,
Au Pairs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tears for Fears,
Gregory Isaacs,
cv313,
Mr. Review,
Lightning Bolt,
Minny Pops,
10cc,
Lou Christie,
Eden Ahbez,
Aural Exciters,
Crispy Ambulance,
X-102,
Deakin,
ABBA,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minutemen,
Groovy Waters,
Eric Copeland,
Albert Ayler,
Half Japanese,
Scientists,
June of 44,
Dennis Brown,
The Happenings,
D'Angelo,
Brand Nubian,
Marmalade,
Kayak,
Arcadia,
The Real Kids,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Funky Four + One,
Charles Mingus,
Jawbox,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.