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 Malawi and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 David Bowie 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 the Soft Cell to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Sex Pistols,
Maleditus Sound,
Thompson Twins,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Associates,
Amazonics,
Eric Dolphy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joey Negro,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tubeway Army,
Reagan Youth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pulsallama,
Buzzcocks,
Fad Gadget,
Vainqueur,
Rapeman,
Todd Terry,
John Lydon,
Susan Cadogan,
The Kinks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brothers Johnson,
Drexciya,
Anthony Braxton,
Kayak,
Warsaw,
Loose Ends,
The Searchers,
Throbbing Gristle,
The United States of America,
Yellowson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quando Quango,
Grey Daturas,
U.S. Maple,
Khruangbin,
Agent Orange,
Tom Boy,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Delta 5,
KRS-One,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Dirtbombs,
Monks,
Mars,
Radio Birdman,
Yusef Lateef,
OOIOO,
Kas Product,
Mandrill,
Sugar Minott,
Gastr Del Sol,
Chris & Cosey,
The Barracudas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
UT,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.