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 New Zealand and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Brand Nubian to the jazz 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
The Index,
Sixth Finger,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joyce Sims,
Newcleus,
Minor Threat,
Adolescents,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Technova,
Bad Manners,
Dead Boys,
The Seeds,
Lou Christie,
Sun Ra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ossler,
Lower 48,
The Count Five,
Agent Orange,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
David Axelrod,
E-Dancer,
The Pretty Things,
Ludus,
Roxy Music,
The Angels of Light,
Tears for Fears,
Half Japanese,
Quando Quango,
Moss Icon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jerry's Kids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Victims,
Robert Hood,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sight & Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
In Retrospect,
Zapp,
Popol Vuh,
The Blues Magoos,
Siglo XX,
Reagan Youth,
L. Decosne,
Black Moon,
Black Sheep,
Amazonics,
Bob Dylan,
Man Parrish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Robert Wyatt,
X-Ray Spex,
Thee Headcoats,
Scrapy,
the Bar-Kays,
The Real Kids,
Sound Behaviour,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.