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 Ivory Coast and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
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 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 One Last Wish to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Chris & Cosey,
Sixth Finger,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stetsasonic,
Nas,
B.T. Express,
The Count Five,
Pierre Henry,
Slave,
Rosa Yemen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sound Behaviour,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
T. Rex,
Circle Jerks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Bananas,
10cc,
Tom Boy,
The Blues Magoos,
Hot Snakes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Silicon Teens,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Moby Grape,
Bill Near,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ken Boothe,
Royal Trux,
The Index,
Suburban Knight,
LL Cool J,
Dead Boys,
The Fuzztones,
The Motions,
Kerri Chandler,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Malaria!,
Judy Mowatt,
Terrestrial Tones,
KRS-One,
Derrick Morgan,
Marmalade,
David Bowie,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Tremeloes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Symarip,
Brass Construction,
Brand Nubian,
Heaven 17,
ABC,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.