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 Italy and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Chris & Cosey to the punk 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Whodini,
Harmonia,
James White and The Blacks,
Aloha Tigers,
Au Pairs,
Radiohead,
The Flesh Eaters,
Oblivians,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Supertramp,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Motions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Main Source,
Basic Channel,
Simply Red,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eve St. Jones,
Sister Nancy,
X-101,
MDC,
The Index,
Q and Not U,
Ralphi Rosario,
Colin Newman,
Groovy Waters,
Minutemen,
Alice Coltrane,
Nas,
The Cowsills,
Nils Olav,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deakin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Circle Jerks,
Mission of Burma,
Clear Light,
Chris & Cosey,
Sparks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lindisfarne,
The Gories,
Jawbox,
Ronnie Foster,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dennis Brown,
Index,
Eli Mardock,
Amon Düül II,
The Five Americans,
The Monochrome Set,
Pussy Galore,
ABC,
Crooked Eye,
EPMD,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Average White Band,
Tubeway Army,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.