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 Argentina and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Los Fastidios to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Eve St. Jones,
Pussy Galore,
Duran Duran,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fortunes,
Altered Images,
The Smoke,
Soft Cell,
The Birthday Party,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Green,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rites of Spring,
Fear,
The Cure,
Slick Rick,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Index,
Davy DMX,
Intrusion,
Hot Snakes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Josef K,
Parry Music,
Spoonie Gee,
The Beau Brummels,
Neu!,
June Days,
Kas Product,
Magazine,
Brick,
The Modern Lovers,
Hasil Adkins,
Make Up,
the Soft Cell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Pretty Things,
Vladislav Delay,
UT,
Joy Division,
Morten Harket,
Little Man,
Loose Ends,
Wasted Youth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Radiohead,
kango's stein massive,
Talk Talk,
The Wake,
Eric Dolphy,
Monolake,
Mantronix,
London Community Gospel Choir,
OOIOO,
Deadbeat,
Aswad,
Soulsonic Force,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.