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 Qatar and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord 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 Bush Tetras to the dance 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Nik Kershaw,
Funkadelic,
The Dirtbombs,
Negative Approach,
John Holt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nico,
Hoover,
DJ Style,
Deepchord,
Robert Görl,
Skaos,
Jandek,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultra Naté,
New Order,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Albert Ayler,
Quantec,
Rosa Yemen,
Urselle,
Tears for Fears,
Barrington Levy,
The Five Americans,
Alison Limerick,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fugazi,
Silicon Teens,
Kas Product,
Audionom,
Accadde A,
Aural Exciters,
The Tremeloes,
Traffic Nightmare,
E-Dancer,
KRS-One,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Trojans,
Clear Light,
Boogie Down Productions,
Von Mondo,
The Gladiators,
Goldenarms,
Curtis Mayfield,
Underground Resistance,
The Monochrome Set,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fire Engines,
Jeff Lynne,
The Beau Brummels,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Public Enemy,
Danielle Patucci,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Junior Murvin,
The Human League,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.