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 Gambia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 Dennis Brown to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Country Teasers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mars,
Erykah Badu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tom Boy,
Barry Ungar,
Scratch Acid,
Pantaleimon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eric Copeland,
John Foxx,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sex Pistols,
kango's stein massive,
Alton Ellis,
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Sherman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alison Limerick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minor Threat,
AZ,
Dave Gahan,
Au Pairs,
Urselle,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fela Kuti,
Visage,
The Zeros,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dead Boys,
Unwound,
Dark Day,
Mission of Burma,
The Human League,
Excepter,
Rosa Yemen,
World's Most,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Youth Brigade,
Hashim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pagans,
The Monks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Zapp,
Fugazi,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Moss Icon,
The Young Rascals,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brass Construction,
the Bar-Kays,
MDC,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
June Days,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.