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 Swaziland and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 the Association to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
X-Ray Spex,
Toni Rubio,
David Bowie,
Hasil Adkins,
Tim Buckley,
Shuggie Otis,
Rapeman,
The Cure,
Loose Ends,
Mad Mike,
Porter Ricks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Heaven 17,
Fear,
Freddie Wadling,
Godley & Creme,
Joe Finger,
Ronan,
Dave Gahan,
Scion,
Arab on Radar,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Henry Cow,
Sam Rivers,
Radiohead,
Dawn Penn,
the Bar-Kays,
Hardrive,
Sight & Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kaleidoscope,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Little Man,
Hoover,
Yusef Lateef,
Barry Ungar,
Main Source,
Marvin Gaye,
The Evens,
James White and The Blacks,
Bauhaus,
The Kinks,
Monks,
Black Sheep,
The Toasters,
The Mummies,
The Trojans,
Lou Reed,
Peter and Kerry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Inner City,
Cymande,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Althea and Donna,
Shoche,
The Count Five,
Gang Green,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Quando Quango,
China Crisis,
The Music Machine,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.