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 Panama and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
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 Michael McDonald 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 Buzzcocks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Christie,
Grauzone,
Bootsy Collins,
AZ,
Crime,
Yusef Lateef,
Unrelated Segments,
Funkadelic,
The Blues Magoos,
Slave,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sonic Youth,
The Music Machine,
Youth Brigade,
Soft Cell,
The Velvet Underground,
Stiv Bators,
Ten City,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marcia Griffiths,
Laurel Aitken,
Eddi Front,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pulsallama,
Silicon Teens,
Bill Near,
Piero Umiliani,
Frankie Knuckles,
Loose Ends,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alison Limerick,
Minutemen,
Pagans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sixth Finger,
Clear Light,
Flipper,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Althea and Donna,
Popol Vuh,
Alton Ellis,
the Human League,
Cymande,
Schoolly D,
Deadbeat,
Faraquet,
Erasure,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crispian St. Peters,
Suicide,
Drexciya,
The Pretty Things,
Gichy Dan,
Tears for Fears,
The Gladiators,
Moss Icon,
Technova,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.