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 Egypt and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 Joensuu 1685 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Blancmange,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rekid,
The Skatalites,
The Blackbyrds,
The Dead C,
Adolescents,
The Angels of Light,
Morten Harket,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brothers Johnson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Susan Cadogan,
Althea and Donna,
Bronski Beat,
Silicon Teens,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Monochrome Set,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Funkadelic,
Scientists,
Chris Corsano,
B.T. Express,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hot Snakes,
F. McDonald,
X-101,
The Real Kids,
The Velvet Underground,
Clear Light,
Tommy Roe,
Goldenarms,
The Gories,
Matthew Bourne,
The Selecter,
the Germs,
Alison Limerick,
The Trojans,
Sight & Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mo-Dettes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Foxx,
The Victims,
Kayak,
This Heat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Young Rascals,
Excepter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Unwound,
A Certain Ratio,
Alice Coltrane,
Section 25,
Ultravox,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.