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 Eritrea and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 Dead Boys to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Sparks,
The Evens,
Mo-Dettes,
Kenny Larkin,
Index,
Half Japanese,
Josef K,
The Mummies,
Cluster,
Hashim,
Aswad,
Aaron Thompson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Swans,
Duran Duran,
Lou Reed,
Nick Fraelich,
Eddi Front,
The American Breed,
Black Bananas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hardrive,
Yusef Lateef,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ten City,
Nils Olav,
Letta Mbulu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
JFA,
Groovy Waters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cymande,
Deepchord,
The Fuzztones,
Von Mondo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mr. Review,
Tropical Tobacco,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Andrew Hill,
The Monks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Popol Vuh,
Girls At Our Best!,
Inner City,
Wings,
Nirvana,
Little Man,
Camberwell Now,
T. Rex,
Marc Almond,
The Cramps,
Fugazi,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Funkadelic,
Grauzone,
Make Up,
Kas Product,
Quando Quango,
Quadrant,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.