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 Taiwan 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Bush Tetras to the techno 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Talk Talk,
DJ Sneak,
The Gun Club,
the Human League,
Niagra,
La Düsseldorf,
The Slackers,
Sällskapet,
Monks,
This Heat,
Toni Rubio,
Essential Logic,
Tom Boy,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Busters,
Moebius,
John Cale,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ronan,
Gang Starr,
Anthony Braxton,
Loose Ends,
Quadrant,
Eli Mardock,
Crispian St. Peters,
Buzzcocks,
Bang On A Can,
Grey Daturas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Velvet Underground,
MDC,
a-ha,
Procol Harum,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lower 48,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Godley & Creme,
Dual Sessions,
Sugar Minott,
Black Pus,
Kas Product,
Glenn Branca,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sun Ra,
The Standells,
Marcia Griffiths,
Y Pants,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roy Ayers,
Soft Cell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Au Pairs,
The New Christs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Reagan Youth,
Ultra Naté,
Ronnie Foster,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stereo Dub,
Dave Gahan,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.