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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe 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 Ultimate Spinach to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Black Flag,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nirvana,
The Index,
Cheater Slicks,
Neil Young,
Masters at Work,
L. Decosne,
Junior Murvin,
The Saints,
Hoover,
Prince Buster,
Carl Craig,
Saccharine Trust,
Colin Newman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ornette Coleman,
Unrelated Segments,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Residents,
Fela Kuti,
JFA,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Remains,
ABBA,
Matthew Bourne,
Skaos,
Ohio Players,
The Offenders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joy Division,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Raincoats,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stereo Dub,
Tears for Fears,
The Standells,
Moby Grape,
Yusef Lateef,
Can,
Main Source,
The Electric Prunes,
Animal Collective,
Organ,
Darondo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
48th St. Collective,
Desert Stars,
Shoche,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Human League,
Eric Copeland,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Simply Red,
New Order,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.