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 Iceland and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 June of 44 to the rock 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Connie Case,
Marc Almond,
Bronski Beat,
Jeff Mills,
Crispian St. Peters,
Arcadia,
The Victims,
Crash Course in Science,
OOIOO,
cv313,
Accadde A,
the Soft Cell,
Skriet,
T. Rex,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Skatalites,
Letta Mbulu,
Brothers Johnson,
Drexciya,
X-101,
Quando Quango,
Harmonia,
Marvin Gaye,
Laurel Aitken,
Hoover,
Bad Manners,
KRS-One,
T.S.O.L.,
Blancmange,
The Monks,
Kurtis Blow,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tears for Fears,
CMW,
Pussy Galore,
Slave,
Thee Headcoats,
Soft Machine,
Roxy Music,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scan 7,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultra Naté,
Anthony Braxton,
Juan Atkins,
Gang Green,
Albert Ayler,
Robert Hood,
Scratch Acid,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rakim,
The Pretty Things,
Pantytec,
Lou Christie,
The Saints,
The Searchers,
Vainqueur,
FM Einheit,
Derrick May,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.