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 Bolivia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 Nils Olav to the disco 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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Trumans Water,
Los Fastidios,
Section 25,
The Dead C,
Ken Boothe,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barry Ungar,
Arcadia,
Joe Smooth,
Deakin,
Howard Jones,
Deadbeat,
Marvin Gaye,
China Crisis,
Letta Mbulu,
Morten Harket,
Swans,
Ronnie Foster,
Kaleidoscope,
The Offenders,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Hood,
John Foxx,
The Golliwogs,
Soft Cell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marine Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
Dennis Brown,
Joyce Sims,
Wolf Eyes,
Lucky Dragons,
Sparks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rotary Connection,
Blossom Toes,
Oneida,
Schoolly D,
Audionom,
Hashim,
Ultravox,
The Gun Club,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
E-Dancer,
The Skatalites,
Von Mondo,
The American Breed,
Fela Kuti,
The Misunderstood,
Index,
Swell Maps,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Junior Murvin,
Quantec,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.