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 Congo and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Holger Czukay 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 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Angry Samoans,
Stiv Bators,
Marvin Gaye,
Infiniti,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sex Pistols,
Duran Duran,
Neil Young,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Organ,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang Gang Dance,
Peter & Gordon,
Moss Icon,
Sarah Menescal,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ken Boothe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Cale,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fall,
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Görl,
Dark Day,
Subhumans,
David Axelrod,
Max Romeo,
Crooked Eye,
Mandrill,
Fela Kuti,
June Days,
Underground Resistance,
Colin Newman,
Parry Music,
Dual Sessions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cramps,
the Swans,
Gang Starr,
This Heat,
Ultravox,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Howard Jones,
CMW,
Hoover,
Ornette Coleman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gories,
Fear,
Sight & Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
The Victims,
Theoretical Girls,
Lower 48,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gladiators,
Eurythmics,
Liliput,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.