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 New Zealand and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Au Pairs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Gang of Four,
Danielle Patucci,
Warren Ellis,
Radiohead,
Arcadia,
Donald Byrd,
Deepchord,
Heaven 17,
The Names,
Rufus Thomas,
Lucky Dragons,
Jawbox,
B.T. Express,
Boredoms,
Tubeway Army,
Adolescents,
Sound Behaviour,
the Germs,
Kurtis Blow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Foxx,
The Walker Brothers,
Swans,
Glenn Branca,
U.S. Maple,
Cybotron,
Scrapy,
Pantytec,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Christie,
Au Pairs,
Accadde A,
Camberwell Now,
James White and The Blacks,
Swell Maps,
Yaz,
Charles Mingus,
Black Pus,
DJ Sneak,
Sight & Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Knickerbockers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lower 48,
Idris Muhammad,
Blancmange,
Barry Ungar,
Man Parrish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quadrant,
Gil Scott Heron,
Slave,
Yellowson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minor Threat,
Circle Jerks,
Prince Buster,
Moss Icon,
Camouflage,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.