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 Djibouti and from Sao Paulo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Donald Fagen 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 Names to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
New York Dolls,
The Last Poets,
Liliput,
Maurizio,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sonic Youth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bush Tetras,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ossler,
The Angels of Light,
Scott Walker,
Oblivians,
Matthew Bourne,
Sister Nancy,
Swell Maps,
Isaac Hayes,
Y Pants,
Pussy Galore,
Carl Craig,
Brothers Johnson,
Severed Heads,
X-Ray Spex,
Ronan,
Cybotron,
China Crisis,
The Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Procol Harum,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Raincoats,
Harmonia,
Sarah Menescal,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jacob Miller,
The Sonics,
Television,
Yaz,
Franke,
Lou Christie,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bill Wells,
Cluster,
The Barracudas,
Monolake,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Model 500,
John Lydon,
Pierre Henry,
Fugazi,
Glambeats Corp.,
Audionom,
Big Daddy Kane,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lungfish,
The Names,
Nico,
Mark Hollis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Masters at Work,
Moss Icon,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.