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 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 Todd Terry to the dance 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox 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?
Index,
PIL,
John Lydon,
Alphaville,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cure,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Loose Ends,
The Pretty Things,
New York Dolls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DJ Style,
Barry Ungar,
Arthur Verocai,
Television Personalities,
The Residents,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crash Course in Science,
The Velvet Underground,
U.S. Maple,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Section 25,
The Cowsills,
The Modern Lovers,
John Coltrane,
Ten City,
Newcleus,
Lower 48,
The Leaves,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rakim,
The Divine Comedy,
Fatback Band,
The Red Krayola,
Wally Richardson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mission of Burma,
David Bowie,
Royal Trux,
Grauzone,
Ash Ra Tempel,
MC5,
John Foxx,
Bobby Byrd,
EPMD,
Ponytail,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hoover,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Moody Blues,
Faraquet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DNA,
Cybotron,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lyres,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.