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 Costa Rica and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 David Bowie to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Absolute Body Control,
Fear,
World's Most,
Monolake,
Eli Mardock,
Television,
The Searchers,
Althea and Donna,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Moby Grape,
Oblivians,
Masters at Work,
Lindisfarne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bang On A Can,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joe Smooth,
Index,
Scan 7,
The United States of America,
Khruangbin,
Ituana,
Porter Ricks,
Byron Stingily,
The Modern Lovers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Moon,
Second Layer,
UT,
Pylon,
A Certain Ratio,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Velvet Underground,
Man Parrish,
Peter and Kerry,
Popol Vuh,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Matthew Bourne,
LL Cool J,
Harmonia,
Ornette Coleman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dawn Penn,
The Techniques,
Pet Shop Boys,
Amon Düül,
Sonic Youth,
EPMD,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sly & The Family Stone,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Moss Icon,
The Real Kids,
Danielle Patucci,
ABC,
Scion,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
China Crisis,
Intrusion,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.