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 Poland and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Depeche Mode to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Tom Boy,
The Leaves,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wings,
Grey Daturas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ice-T,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joyce Sims,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Blossom Toes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Funkadelic,
Warren Ellis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mantronix,
Barbara Tucker,
Y Pants,
Laurel Aitken,
Fugazi,
Ultimate Spinach,
Buzzcocks,
Banda Bassotti,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Womack,
The Seeds,
Thee Headcoats,
Dual Sessions,
Kurtis Blow,
Wolf Eyes,
The Happenings,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Skarface,
The Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fat Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Human League,
Janne Schatter,
The Gories,
ABBA,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Techniques,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Depeche Mode,
Brothers Johnson,
Deepchord,
Underground Resistance,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tres Demented,
Kenny Larkin,
Glenn Branca,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Animal Collective,
Jacob Miller,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.