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 Sri Lanka and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eddi Front,
Joy Division,
Groovy Waters,
Marc Almond,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Litter,
Pantytec,
ABBA,
Dennis Brown,
Mantronix,
Smog,
Neu!,
Jeru the Damaja,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wasted Youth,
Visage,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Blake Baxter,
Fluxion,
Adolescents,
Qualms,
The New Christs,
FM Einheit,
John Cale,
Skaos,
Con Funk Shun,
The Kinks,
Massinfluence,
Joe Finger,
LL Cool J,
Simply Red,
Charles Mingus,
Bauhaus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Radiohead,
Quantec,
Chris & Cosey,
Neil Young,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Slits,
Scott Walker,
The Residents,
Bob Dylan,
Spandau Ballet,
Clear Light,
Symarip,
The Associates,
Lucky Dragons,
Loose Ends,
Banda Bassotti,
the Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Lydon,
ABC,
Suicide,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Normal,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minny Pops,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.