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 Somalia and from Accra.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord 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 New Order to the techno 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich 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 grime 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New Order,
The Seeds,
Toni Rubio,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Toasters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minutemen,
Basic Channel,
The Techniques,
Procol Harum,
The Move,
Schoolly D,
Letta Mbulu,
Jandek,
Janne Schatter,
Amon Düül,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sonic Youth,
Byron Stingily,
Quantec,
Marvin Gaye,
ABC,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Doobie Brothers,
L. Decosne,
Massinfluence,
Lucky Dragons,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gichy Dan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Walker Brothers,
Electric Prunes,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultra Naté,
Black Pus,
Kaleidoscope,
Charles Mingus,
Donald Byrd,
PIL,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brand Nubian,
James White and The Blacks,
The Modern Lovers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
K-Klass,
Minny Pops,
Parry Music,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Fania All-Stars,
Desert Stars,
Nirvana,
The Fugs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Audionom,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Blackbyrds,
Slick Rick,
Drexciya,
Talk Talk,
Clear Light,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.