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 United States and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lou Reed to the electroclash 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Holt,
Gang of Four,
Talk Talk,
Leonard Cohen,
Harry Pussy,
Roxette,
Fat Boys,
Pantaleimon,
Stereo Dub,
Schoolly D,
cv313,
The Tremeloes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fear,
X-Ray Spex,
Cal Tjader,
The Gun Club,
Liliput,
The Smoke,
Monks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hoover,
China Crisis,
Sound Behaviour,
Howard Jones,
8 Eyed Spy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rufus Thomas,
Aloha Tigers,
David Axelrod,
Crispian St. Peters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rekid,
Alice Coltrane,
Motorama,
Radiohead,
Ronnie Foster,
Swans,
Morten Harket,
The Real Kids,
Aswad,
Tom Boy,
The Fall,
The Monochrome Set,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Television,
Main Source,
Crash Course in Science,
Magazine,
Inner City,
Marshall Jefferson,
Clear Light,
The United States of America,
Flash Fearless,
Gang Gang Dance,
Erasure,
Chris Corsano,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.