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 Gambia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Ohio Players,
The Searchers,
Eve St. Jones,
Urselle,
Traffic Nightmare,
Absolute Body Control,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Sherman,
The United States of America,
Yazoo,
B.T. Express,
The Durutti Column,
Quadrant,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
L. Decosne,
Subhumans,
Massinfluence,
U.S. Maple,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lightning Bolt,
Can,
Theoretical Girls,
Sugar Minott,
Technova,
Tomorrow,
Mo-Dettes,
Pussy Galore,
MC5,
Chris & Cosey,
Oneida,
Matthew Halsall,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wire,
The Tremeloes,
Maleditus Sound,
Agitation Free,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skarface,
Fat Boys,
Moss Icon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aloha Tigers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scientists,
Laurel Aitken,
Newcleus,
X-Ray Spex,
The New Christs,
Blake Baxter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Interpol,
The Techniques,
Aural Exciters,
Bush Tetras,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Little Man,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cybotron,
Marmalade,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.