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 Indonesia and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 Iggy Pop to the rock 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Moss Icon,
Unwound,
Dennis Brown,
Buzzcocks,
Royal Trux,
Model 500,
Sam Rivers,
Crash Course in Science,
Eurythmics,
Maleditus Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
These Immortal Souls,
Tim Buckley,
Nico,
Guru Guru,
The Pop Group,
Marcia Griffiths,
Isaac Hayes,
Can,
Scratch Acid,
The Trojans,
Stereo Dub,
Laurel Aitken,
The Dave Clark Five,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Walker Brothers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Throbbing Gristle,
Prince Buster,
48th St. Collective,
Bizarre Inc.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Reuben Wilson,
Boredoms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grey Daturas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gong,
the Normal,
The Real Kids,
Radio Birdman,
The Sound,
The Star Department,
June Days,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Vainqueur,
Zero Boys,
The Names,
Television Personalities,
Sixth Finger,
Jacob Miller,
Main Source,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pere Ubu,
Dawn Penn,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Electric Prunes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marshall Jefferson,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.