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 Poland and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 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 Maleditus Sound to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Chris & Cosey,
Cecil Taylor,
Pole,
Mo-Dettes,
JFA,
Ronnie Foster,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Selecter,
World's Most,
Hoover,
Au Pairs,
MDC,
The Count Five,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Organ,
Tropical Tobacco,
MC5,
The Star Department,
Nation of Ulysses,
Zapp,
Public Enemy,
Cal Tjader,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eddi Front,
Section 25,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
T. Rex,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Raincoats,
Piero Umiliani,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Absolute Body Control,
Essential Logic,
The Music Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brand Nubian,
The Move,
Bang On A Can,
The Walker Brothers,
In Retrospect,
Judy Mowatt,
Albert Ayler,
Jeff Mills,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Shadows of Knight,
X-Ray Spex,
the Fania All-Stars,
Boredoms,
The Blues Magoos,
Leonard Cohen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Interpol,
Ossler,
Porter Ricks,
Rapeman,
Simply Red,
Metal Thangz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Arab on Radar,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.