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 Moldova and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Freddie Wadling to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Womack,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Christie,
The Martian,
Pulsallama,
Black Moon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Moleskins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Arthur Verocai,
Ituana,
The Gun Club,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Easy Going,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Wolf Eyes,
Severed Heads,
David Axelrod,
Bill Near,
Funkadelic,
Second Layer,
The Cramps,
Gang of Four,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Accadde A,
Yusef Lateef,
The Detroit Cobras,
Make Up,
The Tremeloes,
Silicon Teens,
Metal Thangz,
Donald Byrd,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scientists,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brothers Johnson,
Radio Birdman,
The Litter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fuzztones,
Chris Corsano,
Kenny Larkin,
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pharoah Sanders,
China Crisis,
Spoonie Gee,
Young Marble Giants,
Peter & Gordon,
Marvin Gaye,
Matthew Bourne,
Robert Hood,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Sherman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Last Poets,
Minor Threat,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.