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 Vanuatu and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 Delhi and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare 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 Kurtis Blow to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Sister Nancy,
The Fall,
The Pretty Things,
DNA,
The Gories,
The Standells,
Howard Jones,
Wire,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mantronix,
Fat Boys,
The Associates,
This Heat,
MDC,
The Remains,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Excepter,
Isaac Hayes,
Supertramp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sex Pistols,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Dead C,
Peter and Kerry,
China Crisis,
Swans,
Khruangbin,
Marvin Gaye,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stetsasonic,
Bush Tetras,
Joe Smooth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Skarface,
Boredoms,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
B.T. Express,
Metal Thangz,
New York Dolls,
Suburban Knight,
Roy Ayers,
Infiniti,
Zapp,
Funkadelic,
The Buckinghams,
Von Mondo,
The Barracudas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sandy B,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Neil Young,
the Association,
Television Personalities,
Trumans Water,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.