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 Cambodia and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Maurizio to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Hashim,
Dual Sessions,
Grey Daturas,
Yazoo,
Lou Christie,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nick Fraelich,
The Moody Blues,
Neil Young,
The Star Department,
Crooked Eye,
Monks,
Ultravox,
The Fire Engines,
The Shadows of Knight,
Radiohead,
MC5,
JFA,
The Golliwogs,
the Human League,
The Skatalites,
Johnny Osbourne,
Youth Brigade,
Monolake,
Kerri Chandler,
Index,
Marcia Griffiths,
Big Daddy Kane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Quadrant,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Chrome,
DJ Style,
Supertramp,
Brick,
Shoche,
Barbara Tucker,
AZ,
Vainqueur,
The Martian,
Accadde A,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Red Krayola,
The Young Rascals,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Velvet Underground,
Wings,
The Searchers,
Little Man,
D'Angelo,
Gong,
The New Christs,
Toni Rubio,
Marc Almond,
Brand Nubian,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Doors,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.