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 Netherlands and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Flash Fearless to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Adolescents,
Arab on Radar,
Fela Kuti,
Monolake,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Vainqueur,
Thee Headcoats,
Parry Music,
Gichy Dan,
Pussy Galore,
the Sonics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Model 500,
Youth Brigade,
cv313,
The Cure,
China Crisis,
Laurel Aitken,
Kerri Chandler,
The Toasters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Josef K,
Easy Going,
Roy Ayers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Toni Rubio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Birthday Party,
Nik Kershaw,
Ituana,
Gang of Four,
Ossler,
Slave,
Whodini,
Joyce Sims,
Sandy B,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mo-Dettes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Detroit Cobras,
Idris Muhammad,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New York Dolls,
Deakin,
Isaac Hayes,
Pantaleimon,
June Days,
H. Thieme,
Warren Ellis,
Liliput,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cymande,
kango's stein massive,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.