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 Tuvalu and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 OOIOO to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Carl Craig,
Mark Hollis,
Make Up,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kenny Larkin,
Nas,
Andrew Hill,
Terry Callier,
The Martian,
Chris Corsano,
Scion,
China Crisis,
Duran Duran,
Crooked Eye,
Ossler,
Cymande,
Deadbeat,
Swans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Skriet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lindisfarne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
L. Decosne,
Nirvana,
Kerri Chandler,
Peter & Gordon,
The Misunderstood,
David Bowie,
A Certain Ratio,
Marvin Gaye,
Nick Fraelich,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
CMW,
Bill Near,
Scan 7,
Skarface,
Flash Fearless,
Henry Cow,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Foxx,
Tubeway Army,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ponytail,
Das Ding,
Inner City,
DJ Style,
Donny Hathaway,
Pagans,
Wolf Eyes,
Second Layer,
Jawbox,
T. Rex,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.