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 Somalia and from Salvador.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare 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 Joy Division 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Unwound,
Anakelly,
Frankie Knuckles,
Andrew Hill,
Royal Trux,
The Modern Lovers,
Derrick May,
Fatback Band,
Jacques Brel,
Angry Samoans,
Heaven 17,
Brand Nubian,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Monks,
The Blackbyrds,
The Grass Roots,
Ultimate Spinach,
Toni Rubio,
Loose Ends,
Hot Snakes,
Public Enemy,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultravox,
Symarip,
Deadbeat,
June Days,
Fear,
The Cowsills,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Procol Harum,
Judy Mowatt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Bar-Kays,
Godley & Creme,
Colin Newman,
DJ Sneak,
Buzzcocks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Neon Judgement,
Magazine,
The Moleskins,
Prince Buster,
Yaz,
Alison Limerick,
Pole,
Lindisfarne,
The Walker Brothers,
Agitation Free,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Maleditus Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DJ Style,
Trumans Water,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Barracudas,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.