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 United Kingdom 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rites of Spring 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
James White and The Blacks,
The Victims,
Ultra Naté,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Livin' Joy,
Freddie Wadling,
Deadbeat,
Tim Buckley,
Archie Shepp,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Royal Trux,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tom Boy,
The Slackers,
the Normal,
David Bowie,
The Busters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marmalade,
The Walker Brothers,
The Remains,
The Dave Clark Five,
Television,
Shoche,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joensuu 1685,
Wolf Eyes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lakeside,
Slick Rick,
Deepchord,
Sandy B,
Steve Hackett,
Pantytec,
Howard Jones,
Don Cherry,
Ten City,
T. Rex,
Ultravox,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Misunderstood,
Inner City,
The Raincoats,
Roxy Music,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alton Ellis,
Chris & Cosey,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fatback Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Amazonics,
Ken Boothe,
Au Pairs,
The Velvet Underground,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pierre Henry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick May,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.