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 Solomon Islands and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
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 theremin 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 The Durutti Column to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Barrington Levy,
Roy Ayers,
Fad Gadget,
Cheater Slicks,
Lalann,
48th St. Collective,
Swell Maps,
The Saints,
John Foxx,
Outsiders,
Basic Channel,
Todd Terry,
Slick Rick,
cv313,
Josef K,
Brand Nubian,
Pantytec,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang Starr,
Shuggie Otis,
Ice-T,
La Düsseldorf,
Don Cherry,
Urselle,
Thompson Twins,
Glenn Branca,
The Smiths,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ken Boothe,
Liliput,
Thee Headcoats,
Fear,
The Motions,
David Axelrod,
Rakim,
One Last Wish,
The Slits,
Slave,
The Cure,
Second Layer,
Lou Christie,
Intrusion,
Wire,
Deakin,
Zapp,
Sarah Menescal,
Moebius,
The Pretty Things,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Little Man,
Organ,
Anakelly,
Altered Images,
Sparks,
Q65,
Angry Samoans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lungfish,
Jacques Brel,
the Soft Cell,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.