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 Iceland and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the 808 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 Agitation Free to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
New Order,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gabor Szabo,
Ten City,
Underground Resistance,
Camouflage,
Sparks,
Harry Pussy,
Junior Murvin,
Fluxion,
Gang Green,
Pussy Galore,
Crime,
The Standells,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Tremeloes,
FM Einheit,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Reuben Wilson,
Swell Maps,
UT,
Mars,
Cameo,
Adolescents,
Wings,
the Sonics,
Absolute Body Control,
Marvin Gaye,
Minor Threat,
DJ Sneak,
Faraquet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Half Japanese,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Radio Birdman,
Organ,
Freddie Wadling,
Donny Hathaway,
PIL,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Five Americans,
Peter & Gordon,
Malaria!,
Jacques Brel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alton Ellis,
Rakim,
Rites of Spring,
Roxette,
Ohio Players,
Connie Case,
Spoonie Gee,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fuzztones,
X-Ray Spex,
Pere Ubu,
Juan Atkins,
Grauzone,
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.