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 Singapore and from Jakarta.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar 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 Qualms to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Fela Kuti,
The Names,
Faust,
The Mojo Men,
Charles Mingus,
Mark Hollis,
Alison Limerick,
Brand Nubian,
Funkadelic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultra Naté,
Ralphi Rosario,
Derrick Morgan,
Piero Umiliani,
Clear Light,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Silicon Teens,
Moebius,
The Divine Comedy,
Buzzcocks,
Shuggie Otis,
Oblivians,
Barclay James Harvest,
Maleditus Sound,
The Smiths,
Sugar Minott,
Basic Channel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Das Ding,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crime,
Groovy Waters,
Schoolly D,
Intrusion,
Black Flag,
Tres Demented,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pagans,
Motorama,
Bob Dylan,
Babytalk,
Amon Düül II,
Althea and Donna,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Khruangbin,
Loose Ends,
Avey Tare,
The Slackers,
DJ Style,
Gang Gang Dance,
Trumans Water,
June of 44,
The Skatalites,
The Raincoats,
a-ha,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wally Richardson,
Godley & Creme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Warren Ellis,
Jacob Miller,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.