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 Nigeria and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 Junior Murvin to the electroclash 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Leaves,
David Bowie,
Drexciya,
Letta Mbulu,
Charles Mingus,
Joe Finger,
Bizarre Inc.,
Skaos,
Moby Grape,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Fania All-Stars,
Robert Wyatt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mo-Dettes,
Roxette,
Buzzcocks,
Grey Daturas,
Ponytail,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Mummies,
Peter & Gordon,
AZ,
Shoche,
Warsaw,
Intrusion,
Tropical Tobacco,
The J.B.'s,
Wally Richardson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Motorama,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Five Americans,
Icehouse,
John Foxx,
Gang of Four,
Eurythmics,
Brothers Johnson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Althea and Donna,
Graham Central Station,
Rotary Connection,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Supertramp,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Royal Trux,
The Martian,
D'Angelo,
Underground Resistance,
Accadde A,
Siglo XX,
China Crisis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Victims,
Model 500,
Skarface,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lalo Schifrin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.