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 Belgium and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Sixth Finger to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
the Human League,
Terry Callier,
Bad Manners,
Graham Central Station,
Franke,
Johnny Clarke,
Faraquet,
Youth Brigade,
The Mojo Men,
Barclay James Harvest,
Steve Hackett,
The Moleskins,
Juan Atkins,
The Invisible,
Yazoo,
Con Funk Shun,
Brick,
PIL,
Mission of Burma,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mad Mike,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Angry Samoans,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Buckinghams,
Pantytec,
Davy DMX,
Scott Walker,
The Litter,
Dual Sessions,
Brothers Johnson,
Thee Headcoats,
Mr. Review,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wasted Youth,
Connie Case,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Star Department,
Khruangbin,
Marc Almond,
Bootsy Collins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yellowson,
Ronnie Foster,
Johnny Osbourne,
Arab on Radar,
Mark Hollis,
the Association,
John Foxx,
Marine Girls,
Audionom,
The Pretty Things,
U.S. Maple,
Tres Demented,
Carl Craig,
Peter & Gordon,
Andrew Hill,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.