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 Czech Republic and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sex Pistols to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Easy Going,
The Fall,
Bizarre Inc.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Iggy Pop,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nico,
Skriet,
The Doors,
The J.B.'s,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lindisfarne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joe Finger,
Judy Mowatt,
Fear,
Rufus Thomas,
Agitation Free,
Scratch Acid,
Minutemen,
48th St. Collective,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sight & Sound,
Procol Harum,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fugazi,
Intrusion,
The Barracudas,
Roxette,
Alton Ellis,
Radio Birdman,
The Mojo Men,
Kaleidoscope,
Lower 48,
Jeff Lynne,
The Moody Blues,
Banda Bassotti,
Jimmy McGriff,
Model 500,
Barry Ungar,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sällskapet,
Hashim,
ABBA,
Moss Icon,
Avey Tare,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bush Tetras,
The Gladiators,
Duran Duran,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Robert Hood,
The Music Machine,
Trumans Water,
Matthew Bourne,
Fela Kuti,
Black Sheep,
D'Angelo,
Masters at Work,
Los Fastidios,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.