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 Chad and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 Litter to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Harmonia,
Matthew Halsall,
Ten City,
Wire,
Slick Rick,
Warren Ellis,
Funky Four + One,
Rosa Yemen,
Quando Quango,
Soft Cell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Zapp,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Move,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rekid,
Icehouse,
Angry Samoans,
48th St. Collective,
Nils Olav,
Harry Pussy,
Scott Walker,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Dead C,
Joy Division,
Arcadia,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scrapy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Radio Birdman,
Gang Green,
Index,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gories,
Pussy Galore,
Main Source,
Slave,
Todd Terry,
David McCallum,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
KRS-One,
Eric Dolphy,
The Moleskins,
Lower 48,
Marine Girls,
Chris Corsano,
Spandau Ballet,
Los Fastidios,
Glenn Branca,
Barry Ungar,
U.S. Maple,
Crooked Eye,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hashim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Audionom,
A Certain Ratio,
X-Ray Spex,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.