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 United States and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
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 Ultimate Spinach to the grime 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel 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?
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cowsills,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scientists,
David Axelrod,
Skriet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Angry Samoans,
Erasure,
Idris Muhammad,
Sandy B,
The Sonics,
The Dead C,
Sun City Girls,
the Association,
Dual Sessions,
Black Bananas,
The Gories,
The Durutti Column,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hardrive,
Cymande,
Sister Nancy,
Maurizio,
L. Decosne,
The Martian,
Man Eating Sloth,
D'Angelo,
X-101,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Japan,
CMW,
In Retrospect,
Michelle Simonal,
Unrelated Segments,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cluster,
Brand Nubian,
Sex Pistols,
Outsiders,
Skarface,
Drexciya,
Con Funk Shun,
Matthew Bourne,
Little Man,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Desert Stars,
Carl Craig,
Johnny Clarke,
Ponytail,
Faust,
Donald Byrd,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Motorama,
Unwound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bob Dylan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Pus,
The Gap Band,
Rotary Connection,
Robert Görl,
Fad Gadget,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.