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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Clear Light to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Kayak,
Cybotron,
Gregory Isaacs,
Charles Mingus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Darondo,
John Foxx,
Moby Grape,
Sight & Sound,
The American Breed,
The Index,
Wolf Eyes,
Rites of Spring,
Sixth Finger,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Soft Cell,
Newcleus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barclay James Harvest,
Symarip,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Vladislav Delay,
Sun Ra,
Zapp,
Duran Duran,
The Knickerbockers,
Shoche,
Lee Hazlewood,
Beasts of Bourbon,
U.S. Maple,
Steve Hackett,
Minnie Riperton,
Camberwell Now,
Soulsonic Force,
One Last Wish,
Janne Schatter,
Nick Fraelich,
Sarah Menescal,
Hardrive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cal Tjader,
Barry Ungar,
Unrelated Segments,
Boogie Down Productions,
ABC,
Make Up,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joe Smooth,
The Seeds,
Sonic Youth,
Monolake,
Adolescents,
The Standells,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eurythmics,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.