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 Ireland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dead Boys,
Joyce Sims,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Names,
Scion,
Adolescents,
The Associates,
Main Source,
Bill Wells,
Zapp,
MC5,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Kinks,
Skarface,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sister Nancy,
Black Pus,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gories,
John Cale,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dennis Brown,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Maurizio,
ABBA,
John Foxx,
Masters at Work,
La Düsseldorf,
Alton Ellis,
Ponytail,
Agitation Free,
Flamin' Groovies,
Arab on Radar,
Radio Birdman,
Matthew Bourne,
The Index,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Offenders,
The United States of America,
Basic Channel,
Subhumans,
The Motions,
Jandek,
Tomorrow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Doors,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang Green,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sonic Youth,
Khruangbin,
The Tremeloes,
the Human League,
Organ,
The Fortunes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sixth Finger,
Newcleus,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.