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 Netherlands and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the disco 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Blossom Toes,
Chris Corsano,
Can,
Youth Brigade,
Matthew Halsall,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric Dolphy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Depeche Mode,
Ken Boothe,
The Tremeloes,
Royal Trux,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rakim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Janne Schatter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Derrick May,
Boogie Down Productions,
Goldenarms,
Man Eating Sloth,
Magazine,
The Pretty Things,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ronan,
Aaron Thompson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quadrant,
In Retrospect,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultra Naté,
Von Mondo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Music Machine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Skriet,
the Swans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jeru the Damaja,
Interpol,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sound Behaviour,
Rod Modell,
the Soft Cell,
Main Source,
MDC,
Loose Ends,
Vainqueur,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Human League,
Joey Negro,
Stiv Bators,
Underground Resistance,
Moss Icon,
The Offenders,
Peter and Kerry,
Los Fastidios,
Television,
Suburban Knight,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.