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 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 Edmonton and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Monks 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Scan 7,
Heaven 17,
Charles Mingus,
Faust,
The Birthday Party,
Shoche,
Throbbing Gristle,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dave Gahan,
Cybotron,
Terry Callier,
Schoolly D,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Smooth,
Camberwell Now,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Music Machine,
Au Pairs,
Audionom,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DNA,
Robert Wyatt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Misunderstood,
Mr. Review,
Pantytec,
Unwound,
Susan Cadogan,
Television,
Mars,
Supertramp,
Barbara Tucker,
R.M.O.,
Crash Course in Science,
Marvin Gaye,
The Real Kids,
Mantronix,
the Sonics,
Sonic Youth,
Jeff Mills,
Albert Ayler,
Young Marble Giants,
Lyres,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Delta 5,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
ABC,
Gong,
The Walker Brothers,
Public Enemy,
Neil Young,
Circle Jerks,
Wings,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Smoke,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kurtis Blow,
Aural Exciters,
Deadbeat,
Ice-T,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.