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 Togo and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 Siglo XX to the disco 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
The Raincoats,
Sister Nancy,
K-Klass,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fuzztones,
The Shadows of Knight,
Intrusion,
Brick,
Quantec,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Toni Rubio,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mo-Dettes,
Arab on Radar,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Parry Music,
The Fire Engines,
Subhumans,
U.S. Maple,
Jimmy McGriff,
Can,
Absolute Body Control,
June of 44,
Patti Smith,
Roxette,
Echospace,
Slave,
The Neon Judgement,
Lower 48,
Connie Case,
Scan 7,
Shuggie Otis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Red Krayola,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Moon,
Gichy Dan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aaron Thompson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
The Human League,
Ponytail,
OOIOO,
John Cale,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Doobie Brothers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Howard Jones,
EPMD,
Henry Cow,
Talk Talk,
Fat Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
David Axelrod,
Ituana,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
FM Einheit,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.