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 Korea North and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 The Gap Band 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Subhumans,
Alton Ellis,
Wings,
Deepchord,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sex Pistols,
Desert Stars,
Jawbox,
Magazine,
Marc Almond,
F. McDonald,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Quadrant,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wally Richardson,
Black Pus,
L. Decosne,
The Count Five,
Amazonics,
Mark Hollis,
The New Christs,
June of 44,
The Young Rascals,
Idris Muhammad,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Blancmange,
Nils Olav,
Radiohead,
Ohio Players,
The Fire Engines,
Gichy Dan,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Barracudas,
Unwound,
Fear,
Dawn Penn,
B.T. Express,
Soul II Soul,
Michelle Simonal,
Sonic Youth,
MDC,
Arthur Verocai,
Marvin Gaye,
Clear Light,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Byrd,
Marcia Griffiths,
Icehouse,
Anthony Braxton,
Radio Birdman,
Monolake,
The American Breed,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lightning Bolt,
Yazoo,
The Mummies,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.