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 Tanzania 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Andrew Hill to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
UT,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Colin Newman,
Niagra,
the Human League,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radio Birdman,
Peter and Kerry,
New Order,
The Dave Clark Five,
Monolake,
Tim Buckley,
Maurizio,
Jacques Brel,
Althea and Donna,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Flag,
Carl Craig,
The Mojo Men,
Sonic Youth,
The Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Oblivians,
The Move,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Victims,
Pierre Henry,
Babytalk,
The Smoke,
Dual Sessions,
Bush Tetras,
Rod Modell,
Das Ding,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Y Pants,
Alphaville,
Funkadelic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lungfish,
a-ha,
Al Stewart,
Tears for Fears,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Residents,
The Invisible,
The Durutti Column,
In Retrospect,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Starr,
Von Mondo,
Yazoo,
Grauzone,
Danielle Patucci,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fear,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sandy B,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.