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 Fiji and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Robert Palmer 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 Fad Gadget to the grime 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Byrd,
the Swans,
Talk Talk,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jacques Brel,
Tres Demented,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Siglo XX,
The Pretty Things,
Q and Not U,
Ronnie Foster,
Sonny Sharrock,
Goldenarms,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cure,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Newcleus,
A Certain Ratio,
Dennis Brown,
Donald Byrd,
The Vogues,
Tubeway Army,
David Bowie,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eric Dolphy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grandmaster Flash,
Amon Düül II,
The Slackers,
Mad Mike,
Lindisfarne,
Wally Richardson,
Excepter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
New Order,
Faraquet,
Ornette Coleman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Visage,
Loose Ends,
Drive Like Jehu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Bananas,
Ronan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Monks,
Liliput,
Groovy Waters,
The Searchers,
The Trojans,
The J.B.'s,
Lalann,
The Martian,
Althea and Donna,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.