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 Slovenia and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
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 Holger Czukay 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 Avey Tare to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
The Moleskins,
The Names,
Radio Birdman,
Delta 5,
New York Dolls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
KRS-One,
Byron Stingily,
Robert Görl,
the Soft Cell,
Black Moon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Kinks,
The Human League,
Kas Product,
Wally Richardson,
Bill Wells,
John Cale,
Panda Bear,
Basic Channel,
The Remains,
Masters at Work,
Joy Division,
Aloha Tigers,
Duran Duran,
The Residents,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Surgeon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kayak,
Slick Rick,
Camouflage,
Magma,
Ossler,
Flash Fearless,
Barbara Tucker,
Soft Machine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Vogues,
Faraquet,
Sight & Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
Monks,
Moby Grape,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ten City,
One Last Wish,
The Blues Magoos,
Can,
The Victims,
Monolake,
Nico,
Ronan,
Erykah Badu,
Sandy B,
These Immortal Souls,
Model 500,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang Gang Dance,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.