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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Essential Logic to the crunk 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Soulsonic Force,
Pagans,
The Standells,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DJ Sneak,
Symarip,
Circle Jerks,
Yaz,
Susan Cadogan,
Isaac Hayes,
Make Up,
Visage,
The Techniques,
Peter & Gordon,
Ituana,
Guru Guru,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Flash Fearless,
Severed Heads,
Deepchord,
Index,
Deakin,
The Gories,
Jeff Mills,
The Stooges,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Intrusion,
The Walker Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
Schoolly D,
Liliput,
Thompson Twins,
The Wake,
Alison Limerick,
Marcia Griffiths,
Suburban Knight,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Harpers Bizarre,
Subhumans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Radiopuhelimet,
New Order,
X-Ray Spex,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Faraquet,
Sonic Youth,
Desert Stars,
Quando Quango,
Robert Wyatt,
Lightning Bolt,
Unrelated Segments,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Toasters,
Saccharine Trust,
Connie Case,
Icehouse,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.