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 Italy and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 H. Thieme 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Flipper,
Oneida,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Pretty Things,
Ludus,
Siglo XX,
Spoonie Gee,
The Saints,
The Techniques,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blancmange,
Robert Görl,
Jawbox,
Kerri Chandler,
Matthew Bourne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Dirtbombs,
Scan 7,
Bronski Beat,
Bauhaus,
Crash Course in Science,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Index,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Skatalites,
The Grass Roots,
Tears for Fears,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sandy B,
Lower 48,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ice-T,
The Neon Judgement,
Public Enemy,
Popol Vuh,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Byrd,
Lalann,
Hardrive,
10cc,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
OOIOO,
David Bowie,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dave Gahan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Slits,
Tres Demented,
Johnny Osbourne,
Make Up,
Ronnie Foster,
Roxy Music,
Con Funk Shun,
Qualms,
Swell Maps,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kevin Saunderson,
David Axelrod,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cure,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.