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 Thailand and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 James White and The Blacks 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Harpers Bizarre,
Porter Ricks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Skatalites,
The Stooges,
the Normal,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hashim,
Althea and Donna,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nirvana,
Yaz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Babytalk,
The Standells,
the Slits,
Tomorrow,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yellowson,
Cymande,
Roxy Music,
Pantytec,
Eddi Front,
Traffic Nightmare,
JFA,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Subhumans,
Livin' Joy,
F. McDonald,
The Offenders,
Reagan Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Siglo XX,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sun Ra,
Visage,
Fat Boys,
Goldenarms,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Faust,
The Fugs,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fortunes,
Guru Guru,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Liliput,
Gang Starr,
The Tremeloes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Music Machine,
The United States of America,
Gang of Four,
Rufus Thomas,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.