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 Mexico and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Holger Czukay 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 Joe Smooth to the punk 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Hot Snakes,
Carl Craig,
Second Layer,
Howard Jones,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Monochrome Set,
Iggy Pop,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lindisfarne,
Symarip,
L. Decosne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Warsaw,
Sun City Girls,
Fela Kuti,
Barrington Levy,
Chris Corsano,
Kevin Saunderson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Von Mondo,
The Gun Club,
The Sound,
The Smoke,
Eric Copeland,
48th St. Collective,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gichy Dan,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Slackers,
Gang Starr,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mars,
The Fall,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nick Fraelich,
Kurtis Blow,
Jandek,
the Swans,
Pole,
the Association,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nirvana,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sandy B,
Zero Boys,
The Star Department,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ohio Players,
AZ,
Tears for Fears,
Crime,
Cluster,
Cheater Slicks,
The Motions,
Lucky Dragons,
Scott Walker,
The Associates,
The Move,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.