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 Sweden and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 London Community Gospel Choir 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Duran Duran,
Man Eating Sloth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Walker Brothers,
Depeche Mode,
Circle Jerks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Associates,
The Divine Comedy,
Arab on Radar,
Pylon,
U.S. Maple,
Icehouse,
Radio Birdman,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gladiators,
Boredoms,
Crooked Eye,
Dual Sessions,
Babytalk,
Sonic Youth,
The Sonics,
World's Most,
Rekid,
Sexual Harrassment,
Iggy Pop,
X-Ray Spex,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stockholm Monsters,
Procol Harum,
Clear Light,
Cybotron,
Lindisfarne,
Bronski Beat,
Wally Richardson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Arcadia,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Coltrane,
Hot Snakes,
Crash Course in Science,
Kerrie Biddell,
Q and Not U,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brand Nubian,
Hashim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lakeside,
The Move,
KRS-One,
Gregory Isaacs,
Schoolly D,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nick Fraelich,
Whodini,
Gang Gang Dance,
Peter & Gordon,
This Heat,
H. Thieme,
The Cowsills,
Neil Young,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.