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 Benin and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 The Moleskins to the electroclash 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Thee Headcoats,
E-Dancer,
T.S.O.L.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Tremeloes,
Chrome,
MC5,
Dennis Brown,
Magma,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joy Division,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Infiniti,
Hoover,
Loose Ends,
Goldenarms,
Drexciya,
Erasure,
Angry Samoans,
Ponytail,
Neil Young,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roxy Music,
Jacques Brel,
The Modern Lovers,
Eurythmics,
ABBA,
Gichy Dan,
Joe Smooth,
Aural Exciters,
The J.B.'s,
The Stooges,
Can,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Seeds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
La Düsseldorf,
Maurizio,
X-Ray Spex,
Tubeway Army,
Nirvana,
Arthur Verocai,
Bootsy Collins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gladiators,
John Foxx,
Outsiders,
Matthew Halsall,
Steve Hackett,
Danielle Patucci,
Monolake,
Alison Limerick,
Intrusion,
Warsaw,
Accadde A,
Electric Prunes,
Shuggie Otis,
The Martian,
The Doors,
Mad Mike,
Swell Maps,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.