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 Monaco and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 the Slits to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jandek,
X-102,
Eli Mardock,
Black Moon,
Eden Ahbez,
Joe Smooth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Reuben Wilson,
Livin' Joy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Soft Cell,
Brand Nubian,
Sällskapet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Vainqueur,
Easy Going,
Bush Tetras,
Smog,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Smiths,
Brick,
Connie Case,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Birthday Party,
These Immortal Souls,
Wally Richardson,
Godley & Creme,
Rosa Yemen,
Mantronix,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
K-Klass,
Max Romeo,
Sound Behaviour,
Ice-T,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Offenders,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Au Pairs,
Gang Green,
Magazine,
Main Source,
Icehouse,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eddi Front,
Echospace,
Index,
Vladislav Delay,
Skarface,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Techniques,
Desert Stars,
The Gladiators,
Cymande,
AZ,
Bad Manners,
Reagan Youth,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.