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 Rwanda and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Invisible,
The Mummies,
Eric Copeland,
Von Mondo,
Laurel Aitken,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Susan Cadogan,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Angels of Light,
OOIOO,
Sister Nancy,
Model 500,
Outsiders,
Erasure,
Q65,
The Offenders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Doors,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Music Machine,
Bush Tetras,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Dirtbombs,
Clear Light,
The Gladiators,
Moby Grape,
The United States of America,
Lucky Dragons,
a-ha,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Last Poets,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Slick Rick,
The Toasters,
Glenn Branca,
Jeff Lynne,
Graham Central Station,
H. Thieme,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Danielle Patucci,
The Buckinghams,
Yellowson,
Black Moon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Slave,
Joe Finger,
The Slits,
The Shadows of Knight,
Public Enemy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joy Division,
Ohio Players,
Mars,
Eve St. Jones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Visage,
Mad Mike,
Funkadelic,
Tubeway Army,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.