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 Malaysia and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Robert Palmer 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 Sonic Youth to the funk 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Reagan Youth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rites of Spring,
Idris Muhammad,
R.M.O.,
Basic Channel,
Fela Kuti,
Quadrant,
Stiv Bators,
Black Bananas,
Junior Murvin,
The Raincoats,
In Retrospect,
Kaleidoscope,
Popol Vuh,
Fad Gadget,
MC5,
Swans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pere Ubu,
Peter and Kerry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Tremeloes,
John Foxx,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Quantec,
Black Pus,
Grauzone,
The Slits,
UT,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hardrive,
Symarip,
Spoonie Gee,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bauhaus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Interpol,
Gong,
Second Layer,
Avey Tare,
Howard Jones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Knickerbockers,
June of 44,
The Toasters,
Theoretical Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
Buzzcocks,
Sun City Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
Skriet,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Vogues,
Hot Snakes,
ABBA,
Max Romeo,
Aloha Tigers,
Erykah Badu,
Drexciya,
Eurythmics,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.