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 South Africa and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Skaos 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
PIL,
Erasure,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arab on Radar,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed,
Hasil Adkins,
Skaos,
The Cure,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Swans,
Oneida,
Chris Corsano,
The Victims,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sight & Sound,
Franke,
Parry Music,
Laurel Aitken,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Divine Comedy,
Dark Day,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sällskapet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sandy B,
DJ Sneak,
The Zeros,
Derrick Morgan,
Model 500,
Black Flag,
Morten Harket,
Depeche Mode,
the Slits,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nick Fraelich,
the Normal,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Pus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fluxion,
Leonard Cohen,
Donny Hathaway,
Tubeway Army,
Eric B and Rakim,
Second Layer,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Invisible,
Eden Ahbez,
The Five Americans,
Wire,
Joy Division,
James White and The Blacks,
The Birthday Party,
The Monks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.