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 Philippines and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
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 clarinet 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mad Mike,
Stereo Dub,
Todd Terry,
Au Pairs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yusef Lateef,
The Victims,
The Moleskins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hardrive,
Simply Red,
Talk Talk,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Andrew Hill,
Pussy Galore,
Kool Moe Dee,
Section 25,
Stockholm Monsters,
Babytalk,
Echospace,
Laurel Aitken,
Public Enemy,
Crooked Eye,
Grauzone,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Television Personalities,
The Standells,
Byron Stingily,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Intrusion,
Eric Copeland,
Porter Ricks,
Make Up,
Scrapy,
The Pop Group,
The Slits,
Main Source,
48th St. Collective,
Connie Case,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eve St. Jones,
Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Erasure,
Robert Hood,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alphaville,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang Starr,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eli Mardock,
X-Ray Spex,
Spoonie Gee,
Bush Tetras,
the Swans,
Niagra,
Tomorrow,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.