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 Bulgaria and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Soft Cell,
Technova,
the Bar-Kays,
Faust,
Livin' Joy,
Soulsonic Force,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Pretty Things,
Nick Fraelich,
David Bowie,
Franke,
The Remains,
Drive Like Jehu,
Swans,
Con Funk Shun,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Lydon,
Spandau Ballet,
Roy Ayers,
Dawn Penn,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crime,
Bad Manners,
Black Flag,
Saccharine Trust,
Maleditus Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bill Wells,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Robert Wyatt,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mars,
Brothers Johnson,
Rotary Connection,
Amazonics,
Royal Trux,
Surgeon,
the Association,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pylon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Holt,
Anakelly,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
FM Einheit,
Sandy B,
Aloha Tigers,
The United States of America,
The American Breed,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.