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 Vanuatu and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 Johnny Clarke to the dance 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Soft Cell,
Quando Quango,
Parry Music,
Morten Harket,
Tim Buckley,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brass Construction,
Beasts of Bourbon,
PIL,
Gang Green,
The Index,
Gichy Dan,
Surgeon,
Man Parrish,
Rakim,
Eric Copeland,
The Knickerbockers,
Ludus,
Black Flag,
Faust,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nick Fraelich,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lalann,
Index,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yusef Lateef,
Prince Buster,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jacques Brel,
Bauhaus,
Arcadia,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Searchers,
Maurizio,
Derrick May,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eli Mardock,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
In Retrospect,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fuzztones,
Television Personalities,
Pole,
Urselle,
the Slits,
Mantronix,
The American Breed,
the Germs,
Franke,
Alton Ellis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Spandau Ballet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sarah Menescal,
Excepter,
Circle Jerks,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.