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 Thailand and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Glenn Branca to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang of Four,
Ossler,
Oblivians,
The Durutti Column,
The Selecter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Swans,
Flipper,
Theoretical Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Subhumans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bill Near,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
the Germs,
The Evens,
Derrick Morgan,
Stiv Bators,
Albert Ayler,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bronski Beat,
The Leaves,
The Standells,
Niagra,
The Misunderstood,
Gabor Szabo,
Derrick May,
Bizarre Inc.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
LL Cool J,
The Pop Group,
Wasted Youth,
The Happenings,
Con Funk Shun,
June of 44,
Absolute Body Control,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lalo Schifrin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Association,
U.S. Maple,
kango's stein massive,
Bad Manners,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Matthew Bourne,
The Beau Brummels,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Procol Harum,
Motorama,
Unwound,
John Coltrane,
Eddi Front,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ronan,
New Order,
The Cowsills,
Iggy Pop,
Grey Daturas,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.