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 Laos and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
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 linndrum 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 Davy DMX to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Au Pairs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Starr,
Main Source,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
cv313,
Q and Not U,
Hasil Adkins,
a-ha,
Parry Music,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Warsaw,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Reed,
Easy Going,
Television,
Ponytail,
Ice-T,
Lower 48,
Connie Case,
Alison Limerick,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joyce Sims,
Brick,
Lakeside,
Yazoo,
The Offenders,
Suicide,
David McCallum,
Arab on Radar,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Liliput,
Can,
Skaos,
The Cosmic Jokers,
PIL,
Underground Resistance,
Radiopuhelimet,
Donald Byrd,
Depeche Mode,
Mission of Burma,
The Wake,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Red Krayola,
Rapeman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wire,
Mr. Review,
Sight & Sound,
The Count Five,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fear,
X-102,
Michelle Simonal,
Circle Jerks,
Skriet,
Henry Cow,
Second Layer,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.