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 Egypt and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Tubeway Army to the electroclash 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Sam Rivers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Moebius,
Symarip,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Whodini,
Franke,
The J.B.'s,
Blancmange,
Maurizio,
Hoover,
The Tremeloes,
The Knickerbockers,
The Busters,
Todd Terry,
Piero Umiliani,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun City Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Youth Brigade,
Pere Ubu,
Suicide,
Angry Samoans,
Porter Ricks,
Nils Olav,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Moon,
Chrome,
Minor Threat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bill Wells,
Glenn Branca,
Rosa Yemen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Skarface,
Marc Almond,
The Angels of Light,
Can,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Idris Muhammad,
X-Ray Spex,
The Offenders,
Qualms,
Crime,
Johnny Clarke,
Fad Gadget,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sight & Sound,
Carl Craig,
Tom Boy,
Fugazi,
Pulsallama,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Underground Resistance,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.