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 Vietnam and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Model 500 to the techno 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hashim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
New Order,
Main Source,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cluster,
Juan Atkins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Byrd,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Surgeon,
The Fugs,
Peter & Gordon,
Pantaleimon,
Jacques Brel,
Vladislav Delay,
Essential Logic,
Massinfluence,
the Slits,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fortunes,
Toni Rubio,
The Fuzztones,
The Neon Judgement,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moby Grape,
Das Ding,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Offenders,
Banda Bassotti,
Chrome,
The Sonics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kaleidoscope,
Pole,
F. McDonald,
Lucky Dragons,
Sister Nancy,
Freddie Wadling,
Bizarre Inc.,
Section 25,
Electric Prunes,
Sonny Sharrock,
June of 44,
Negative Approach,
The Velvet Underground,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Funky Four + One,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lakeside,
Tim Buckley,
Bill Wells,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Christie,
The Associates,
Radio Birdman,
The Monochrome Set,
Jawbox,
Yusef Lateef,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Walker Brothers,
Cecil Taylor,
Donny Hathaway,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.