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 Tajikistan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 X-101 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Black Sheep,
Hardrive,
One Last Wish,
Flash Fearless,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Duran Duran,
Alton Ellis,
Silicon Teens,
The Victims,
Susan Cadogan,
Colin Newman,
The Slackers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Metal Thangz,
Dave Gahan,
X-Ray Spex,
Bronski Beat,
The Stooges,
Malaria!,
Pet Shop Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Grass Roots,
Kayak,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mummies,
Funky Four + One,
Don Cherry,
Newcleus,
Jerry's Kids,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Germs,
The Happenings,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Chris & Cosey,
The Monks,
John Coltrane,
Joy Division,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Smoke,
Bill Near,
48th St. Collective,
David Bowie,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Slits,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ronnie Foster,
Harry Pussy,
R.M.O.,
The Cowsills,
Ultra Naté,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New Order,
Von Mondo,
Mandrill,
A Certain Ratio,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kurtis Blow,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.