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 Belize and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Soul II Soul to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Mantronix,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Max Romeo,
Faust,
H. Thieme,
Alphaville,
the Germs,
Zero Boys,
Make Up,
The Five Americans,
The Kinks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Saccharine Trust,
Basic Channel,
Donny Hathaway,
Q65,
Masters at Work,
Jacques Brel,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scientists,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alison Limerick,
John Coltrane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rekid,
Half Japanese,
Tommy Roe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Index,
The Blues Magoos,
The Dead C,
Sarah Menescal,
One Last Wish,
Scan 7,
Josef K,
Crime,
The Star Department,
The Standells,
Organ,
Eli Mardock,
Flash Fearless,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gun Club,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DJ Style,
Henry Cow,
Kool Moe Dee,
Section 25,
Brand Nubian,
Spandau Ballet,
MDC,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scratch Acid,
The Searchers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Erasure,
The American Breed,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Subhumans,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.