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 Burkina and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 The Gories to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Trumans Water,
Arthur Verocai,
Wasted Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
Underground Resistance,
Massinfluence,
Alphaville,
Wire,
Zero Boys,
Josef K,
Pierre Henry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Franke,
Toni Rubio,
Heaven 17,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roxette,
Main Source,
Sällskapet,
JFA,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nirvana,
Spoonie Gee,
Stereo Dub,
Judy Mowatt,
Ronan,
The Mummies,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Slits,
Rapeman,
DJ Style,
Amon Düül,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rod Modell,
The Martian,
The Gap Band,
The Dirtbombs,
The Sound,
Visage,
The Gladiators,
Tres Demented,
Parry Music,
Skriet,
UT,
Lucky Dragons,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gregory Isaacs,
CMW,
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Vogues,
Sun City Girls,
The Fire Engines,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Moby Grape,
The Grass Roots,
The Names,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.