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 Ukraine and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Michael McDonald 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 Mary Jane Girls to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
John Coltrane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fortunes,
T. Rex,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Human League,
Matthew Bourne,
CMW,
Dave Gahan,
Sun City Girls,
Joe Finger,
The Moleskins,
The Modern Lovers,
Jeff Mills,
Carl Craig,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kenny Larkin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Agent Orange,
Toni Rubio,
Deakin,
Maurizio,
Mad Mike,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Easy Going,
Scrapy,
DJ Sneak,
Tres Demented,
Unwound,
Jerry's Kids,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pulsallama,
Bizarre Inc.,
Make Up,
L. Decosne,
The Trojans,
Robert Wyatt,
The Buckinghams,
Lower 48,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Duran Duran,
Mo-Dettes,
Icehouse,
Soul II Soul,
The Golliwogs,
Minor Threat,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mark Hollis,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Iggy Pop,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kas Product,
Oblivians,
The Blackbyrds,
Silicon Teens,
The Toasters,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.