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 Cameroon and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Lou Reed 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 New Age Steppers to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Prince Buster,
Basic Channel,
Wire,
Kurtis Blow,
Sandy B,
Susan Cadogan,
Michelle Simonal,
T. Rex,
Fugazi,
Ice-T,
Banda Bassotti,
Mad Mike,
June Days,
The Remains,
Urselle,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alice Coltrane,
Eve St. Jones,
Soul II Soul,
The Vogues,
UT,
Tubeway Army,
Pantytec,
Barbara Tucker,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blake Baxter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gong,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Busters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Invisible,
Yellowson,
The Durutti Column,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Byrd,
The Monks,
Faraquet,
Television,
Unwound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joy Division,
the Slits,
Sound Behaviour,
Harry Pussy,
Magma,
The Wake,
Black Flag,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Human League,
In Retrospect,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aswad,
John Coltrane,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gap Band,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.