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 Oman and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Joy Division to the disco 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Arcadia,
Matthew Bourne,
New Age Steppers,
June of 44,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pussy Galore,
Jeff Mills,
Tim Buckley,
Dorothy Ashby,
Interpol,
Oblivians,
Yellowson,
Funky Four + One,
The Slackers,
Black Moon,
Scratch Acid,
Eli Mardock,
Junior Murvin,
The Buckinghams,
the Slits,
Tomorrow,
Metal Thangz,
Roxy Music,
Henry Cow,
Freddie Wadling,
Piero Umiliani,
Joe Smooth,
The Cramps,
Sight & Sound,
Toni Rubio,
Pere Ubu,
Laurel Aitken,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minny Pops,
Pulsallama,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lungfish,
PIL,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Monks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Move,
Connie Case,
The Cowsills,
Babytalk,
Stetsasonic,
Royal Trux,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Motorama,
Rakim,
Lalann,
Aural Exciters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sex Pistols,
E-Dancer,
Robert Hood,
Rod Modell,
The J.B.'s,
Can,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.