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 Slovakia and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Youth Brigade to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Pere Ubu,
The Remains,
Brand Nubian,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The J.B.'s,
Hashim,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang of Four,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lightning Bolt,
The Searchers,
DJ Sneak,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Robert Görl,
Marshall Jefferson,
Peter and Kerry,
Brothers Johnson,
Audionom,
Guru Guru,
Blancmange,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Big Daddy Kane,
Von Mondo,
Neu!,
The Saints,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Martian,
Robert Wyatt,
One Last Wish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Howard Jones,
MDC,
Q65,
Minor Threat,
Soft Cell,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lalann,
Tomorrow,
Charles Mingus,
Y Pants,
the Human League,
Zero Boys,
Jacques Brel,
Mandrill,
Fat Boys,
Tom Boy,
Alice Coltrane,
Slave,
Drexciya,
Oblivians,
New York Dolls,
The Slits,
Bobby Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Royal Trux,
Ludus,
Morten Harket,
Cluster,
The Monochrome Set,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.