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 Moldova and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 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 Motorama to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Monolake,
Scan 7,
Bill Near,
Warren Ellis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harmonia,
The Vogues,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
This Heat,
Gabor Szabo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roy Ayers,
Roxy Music,
Absolute Body Control,
Eddi Front,
DNA,
Man Parrish,
The Gun Club,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Misunderstood,
The Saints,
Bush Tetras,
Von Mondo,
Unrelated Segments,
Mission of Burma,
Freddie Wadling,
the Slits,
Wolf Eyes,
Charles Mingus,
John Foxx,
Ossler,
Drexciya,
Kas Product,
Soulsonic Force,
Main Source,
L. Decosne,
AZ,
Spandau Ballet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Arcadia,
Flipper,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Idris Muhammad,
Grauzone,
Nik Kershaw,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Judy Mowatt,
Soft Cell,
Rekid,
Camouflage,
Minutemen,
Arthur Verocai,
New Order,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Derrick May,
Nas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.