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 Latvia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Section 25 to the grime 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Smog,
Laurel Aitken,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Womack,
Sonic Youth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Electric Prunes,
The Black Dice,
Groovy Waters,
Sun City Girls,
Eurythmics,
The Buckinghams,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Detroit Cobras,
Babytalk,
Average White Band,
Aural Exciters,
Sugar Minott,
The Fugs,
Lou Reed,
Joe Finger,
Tropical Tobacco,
U.S. Maple,
Glenn Branca,
Main Source,
Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young,
Danielle Patucci,
Pulsallama,
Kenny Larkin,
Blossom Toes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Throbbing Gristle,
Derrick May,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Star Department,
DNA,
Slave,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dual Sessions,
Jandek,
Outsiders,
Model 500,
Liliput,
Cymande,
Connie Case,
The Cosmic Jokers,
E-Dancer,
Lindisfarne,
Arcadia,
Young Marble Giants,
Absolute Body Control,
Dave Gahan,
Anakelly,
Marvin Gaye,
The Slits,
Trumans Water,
Ituana,
Carl Craig,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.