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 Tunisia and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Crispy Ambulance to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Donald Byrd,
Leonard Cohen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sparks,
Michelle Simonal,
John Coltrane,
Connie Case,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tim Buckley,
Von Mondo,
Man Parrish,
Unrelated Segments,
Joe Finger,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kenny Larkin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Thompson Twins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pussy Galore,
Nik Kershaw,
Guru Guru,
Albert Ayler,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nick Fraelich,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wings,
Echospace,
Country Teasers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ice-T,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Smog,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aural Exciters,
Byron Stingily,
UT,
T.S.O.L.,
MC5,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sugar Minott,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dawn Penn,
Monolake,
Fifty Foot Hose,
AZ,
The Gories,
Sandy B,
Crash Course in Science,
EPMD,
Iggy Pop,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Black Dice,
Cal Tjader,
the Sonics,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eli Mardock,
LL Cool J,
Talk Talk,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.