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 Sudan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Joyce Sims to the dance 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
The Black Dice,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang Green,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Sonics,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Loose Ends,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Motorama,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alphaville,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Techniques,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DNA,
The Buckinghams,
Nick Fraelich,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Victims,
Rosa Yemen,
Marvin Gaye,
Organ,
The Dirtbombs,
Gong,
Howard Jones,
John Foxx,
The Grass Roots,
Shuggie Otis,
Average White Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ludus,
The Music Machine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sarah Menescal,
The Saints,
The Doors,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lindisfarne,
Rites of Spring,
Gregory Isaacs,
MDC,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Association,
Fugazi,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Warren Ellis,
Scrapy,
Rapeman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mission of Burma,
Bauhaus,
Sight & Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
June of 44,
The Invisible,
Tears for Fears,
Todd Terry,
Carl Craig,
Glenn Branca,
Wire,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.