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 Brunei and from Edmonton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Chris Corsano to the rock 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Curtis Mayfield,
Livin' Joy,
Audionom,
Wasted Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
Flipper,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Residents,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Khruangbin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Zero Boys,
Interpol,
Jeff Mills,
Minny Pops,
Desert Stars,
Panda Bear,
Icehouse,
Bush Tetras,
Dennis Brown,
Brick,
Metal Thangz,
Grauzone,
Terry Callier,
Television,
The New Christs,
Ultra Naté,
Aaron Thompson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Agent Orange,
Loose Ends,
Yusef Lateef,
Guru Guru,
The Remains,
KRS-One,
Deadbeat,
Judy Mowatt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
This Heat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Music Machine,
Nico,
Intrusion,
Boredoms,
Albert Ayler,
Mantronix,
Juan Atkins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Whodini,
Neu!,
Black Pus,
Hardrive,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.