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 Greece and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Isaac Hayes to the punk 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Victims,
Moebius,
Loose Ends,
Symarip,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Warsaw,
Panda Bear,
Con Funk Shun,
Iggy Pop,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eve St. Jones,
Motorama,
Angry Samoans,
Slave,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Infiniti,
The Beau Brummels,
Rotary Connection,
The Trojans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Television Personalities,
Janne Schatter,
John Coltrane,
Television,
La Düsseldorf,
Yazoo,
Carl Craig,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DJ Sneak,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Massinfluence,
Fatback Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Duran Duran,
The Cramps,
Camberwell Now,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roxy Music,
The Pretty Things,
Wolf Eyes,
Henry Cow,
Essential Logic,
Monolake,
Quadrant,
Ken Boothe,
Stetsasonic,
In Retrospect,
DJ Style,
Laurel Aitken,
The Five Americans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wire,
Lungfish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hashim,
the Bar-Kays,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Warren Ellis,
The Fuzztones,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.