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 Kenya and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the techno 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Pylon,
The Pop Group,
Bush Tetras,
The Raincoats,
Trumans Water,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aural Exciters,
Soul II Soul,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultimate Spinach,
Peter & Gordon,
Television,
Alice Coltrane,
Howard Jones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rakim,
Anakelly,
Big Daddy Kane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Toni Rubio,
Skriet,
The Knickerbockers,
The Offenders,
The Dirtbombs,
the Association,
CMW,
Scrapy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Interpol,
The Motions,
AZ,
Danielle Patucci,
Jeff Lynne,
10cc,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barclay James Harvest,
Prince Buster,
Little Man,
Althea and Donna,
China Crisis,
Black Pus,
The Techniques,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Slits,
Severed Heads,
Arcadia,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mantronix,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Suicide,
Bobby Sherman,
Section 25,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
48th St. Collective,
The Fall,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gabor Szabo,
One Last Wish,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.