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 Malta and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 Dave Gahan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeru the Damaja,
ABC,
Subhumans,
Trumans Water,
Bronski Beat,
Grey Daturas,
Davy DMX,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brick,
Index,
Darondo,
Visage,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The J.B.'s,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cecil Taylor,
EPMD,
K-Klass,
PIL,
the Association,
Nico,
Unrelated Segments,
Massinfluence,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
New Age Steppers,
The Mummies,
Carl Craig,
Matthew Halsall,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Moby Grape,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Matthew Bourne,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Victims,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Christie,
The Beau Brummels,
Tres Demented,
The Remains,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Black Dice,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Babytalk,
The Tremeloes,
Television Personalities,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Amazonics,
One Last Wish,
The Invisible,
Jandek,
Nick Fraelich,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Monochrome Set,
Chris Corsano,
Wire,
China Crisis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barclay James Harvest,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.