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 Barbados and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Surgeon to the techno 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hashim,
The Seeds,
Marine Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
Wally Richardson,
Anakelly,
Warsaw,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alison Limerick,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dave Gahan,
Masters at Work,
Yellowson,
The Selecter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Warren Ellis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soulsonic Force,
The Smiths,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Stooges,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Organ,
Sun Ra,
Eric Copeland,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Buckinghams,
New Order,
Simply Red,
The Velvet Underground,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Real Kids,
Los Fastidios,
The Young Rascals,
Derrick Morgan,
Pagans,
U.S. Maple,
Talk Talk,
Black Moon,
Stereo Dub,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thompson Twins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Groovy Waters,
T.S.O.L.,
The Techniques,
The Dirtbombs,
Zapp,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Royal Trux,
Babytalk,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fugazi,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultravox,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Suburban Knight,
Howard Jones,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.