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 Saudi Arabia and from Woodstock.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Dead C to the crunk 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire 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?
Duran Duran,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Maleditus Sound,
The Associates,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mantronix,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fall,
Popol Vuh,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Flag,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Seeds,
Nik Kershaw,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Donny Hathaway,
Kaleidoscope,
X-102,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alton Ellis,
The Motions,
Groovy Waters,
Rakim,
Delta 5,
DJ Style,
Crime,
The Wake,
Oneida,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Cale,
The Monochrome Set,
Johnny Clarke,
Monks,
Bobby Womack,
ABBA,
Radio Birdman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Sonics,
Reagan Youth,
The American Breed,
Brass Construction,
ABC,
Dark Day,
Animal Collective,
Chris & Cosey,
Sister Nancy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Talk Talk,
kango's stein massive,
Boz Scaggs,
Neil Young,
X-101,
Wolf Eyes,
Joey Negro,
Kayak,
Terry Callier,
Aswad,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nick Fraelich,
Bauhaus,
The J.B.'s,
Howard Jones,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.