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 Latvia and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 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 Inner City to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Con Funk Shun,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Walker Brothers,
Rites of Spring,
The Divine Comedy,
Skriet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Simply Red,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mo-Dettes,
Shuggie Otis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Echospace,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Infiniti,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mandrill,
The Angels of Light,
T.S.O.L.,
DNA,
Ken Boothe,
Pantytec,
Henry Cow,
Massinfluence,
Gang Gang Dance,
Section 25,
K-Klass,
Camouflage,
Iggy Pop,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Black Dice,
John Lydon,
Donald Byrd,
Ultra Naté,
Jeff Lynne,
Minor Threat,
Rosa Yemen,
Schoolly D,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Second Layer,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Niagra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
T. Rex,
D'Angelo,
Slick Rick,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed,
Grey Daturas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
X-102,
New Age Steppers,
The Motions,
Robert Hood,
Television,
Crash Course in Science,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.