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 Uganda and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bauhaus to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Neon Judgement record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Swell Maps,
Al Stewart,
Easy Going,
The Invisible,
Pulsallama,
Pantaleimon,
The Durutti Column,
Danielle Patucci,
Todd Terry,
Harmonia,
Jerry's Kids,
Radiohead,
Tropical Tobacco,
Average White Band,
Yaz,
Das Ding,
Stiv Bators,
Bauhaus,
Derrick May,
Kerri Chandler,
EPMD,
Zero Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aswad,
Junior Murvin,
Symarip,
X-102,
R.M.O.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alton Ellis,
Con Funk Shun,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Janne Schatter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Trojans,
Harry Pussy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Maurizio,
Grey Daturas,
The Slackers,
Derrick Morgan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ludus,
John Foxx,
Scan 7,
Inner City,
Von Mondo,
The Martian,
Jacob Miller,
Suicide,
Q and Not U,
John Holt,
Warren Ellis,
the Soft Cell,
Mandrill,
Erykah Badu,
Alphaville,
Prince Buster,
Negative Approach,
Interpol,
Can,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.