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 Bolivia and from Calgary.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Susan Cadogan to the grunge 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Monolake,
Ludus,
Kerri Chandler,
Crispy Ambulance,
kango's stein massive,
JFA,
The Detroit Cobras,
Los Fastidios,
The Selecter,
The Names,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mummies,
Ohio Players,
Fluxion,
Dual Sessions,
Sonic Youth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang of Four,
Jeff Mills,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Harmonia,
The Monks,
Magazine,
Cluster,
Glenn Branca,
Mark Hollis,
Icehouse,
Bauhaus,
ABC,
the Human League,
The Standells,
Ten City,
Loose Ends,
Second Layer,
Grey Daturas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flash Fearless,
Judy Mowatt,
Susan Cadogan,
Crime,
Newcleus,
Black Bananas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sparks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sixth Finger,
Amazonics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Moebius,
X-101,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Angels of Light,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sällskapet,
Maleditus Sound,
Y Pants,
U.S. Maple,
Pagans,
Infiniti,
FM Einheit,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.