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 Russia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 Agitation Free to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
48th St. Collective,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alton Ellis,
The Human League,
Radiohead,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rod Modell,
Piero Umiliani,
Cheater Slicks,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Normal,
Max Romeo,
the Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Steve Hackett,
Colin Newman,
Bill Near,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scan 7,
Lower 48,
The Dirtbombs,
Camberwell Now,
Stereo Dub,
Kurtis Blow,
The Knickerbockers,
Shoche,
Monolake,
The Move,
The Star Department,
New Order,
Reuben Wilson,
UT,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Depeche Mode,
Byron Stingily,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Flag,
X-Ray Spex,
Talk Talk,
Prince Buster,
Bob Dylan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Quantec,
Marc Almond,
Radio Birdman,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fortunes,
The Fall,
the Sonics,
Marcia Griffiths,
Godley & Creme,
Archie Shepp,
Zero Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
Girls At Our Best!,
Banda Bassotti,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.