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 Sweden and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 Slits to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
One Last Wish,
The Wake,
Essential Logic,
PIL,
The Smoke,
Kenny Larkin,
Lyres,
Cluster,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Faust,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nik Kershaw,
Franke,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cal Tjader,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tom Boy,
These Immortal Souls,
The Index,
Cameo,
Zero Boys,
Pere Ubu,
cv313,
Thompson Twins,
Banda Bassotti,
Graham Central Station,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Neon Judgement,
Sandy B,
Khruangbin,
Nas,
Half Japanese,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Clear Light,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
K-Klass,
The Sound,
Magazine,
Nico,
Crispy Ambulance,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Womack,
Jandek,
Byron Stingily,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Radiohead,
Man Parrish,
Roger Hodgson,
Patti Smith,
Harmonia,
Liliput,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Gang Dance,
Los Fastidios,
Eurythmics,
Scratch Acid,
Technova,
Little Man,
The Raincoats,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.