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 Cyprus and from London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Lucky Dragons,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Bar-Kays,
Thompson Twins,
Max Romeo,
Adolescents,
Brand Nubian,
The Dave Clark Five,
Buzzcocks,
Sound Behaviour,
Ken Boothe,
Leonard Cohen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pantaleimon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric Copeland,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flipper,
The Five Americans,
Quando Quango,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lalo Schifrin,
Talk Talk,
Smog,
X-Ray Spex,
Pantytec,
The Beau Brummels,
Ponytail,
FM Einheit,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sixth Finger,
Ice-T,
Public Enemy,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Monochrome Set,
Toni Rubio,
The Moleskins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Womack,
Sex Pistols,
The Skatalites,
Colin Newman,
Visage,
Suburban Knight,
EPMD,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bluetip,
Wings,
Derrick Morgan,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fugs,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.