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 Venezuela and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 David Bowie 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 Mark Hollis to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Rod Modell,
Dual Sessions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scientists,
The Blackbyrds,
The Young Rascals,
Scott Walker,
DNA,
The Buckinghams,
The Remains,
A Certain Ratio,
Public Image Ltd.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rosa Yemen,
James White and The Blacks,
The Motions,
Gichy Dan,
Fugazi,
Fear,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Index,
Public Enemy,
Talk Talk,
Eric B and Rakim,
Simply Red,
Amazonics,
Byron Stingily,
Roxette,
Joe Finger,
Nirvana,
Negative Approach,
The Fire Engines,
The Evens,
Tomorrow,
The Electric Prunes,
Los Fastidios,
Skarface,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Starr,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Trumans Water,
the Normal,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Man Parrish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Soft Cell,
Ultra Naté,
DJ Sneak,
Sight & Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Ludus,
Fluxion,
Funky Four + One,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Glambeats Corp.,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.