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 Lebanon and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Cluster to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Dave Gahan,
Shoche,
Inner City,
Sugar Minott,
Wire,
Ken Boothe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blancmange,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yusef Lateef,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dead Boys,
The Red Krayola,
Flash Fearless,
Glenn Branca,
Technova,
Laurel Aitken,
Josef K,
Flipper,
Clear Light,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fela Kuti,
Sonny Sharrock,
D'Angelo,
Angry Samoans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Das Ding,
The Gap Band,
Grauzone,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Walker Brothers,
Bauhaus,
F. McDonald,
CMW,
Brand Nubian,
The Golliwogs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
PIL,
Vainqueur,
Nation of Ulysses,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Davy DMX,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aloha Tigers,
Connie Case,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yazoo,
Fat Boys,
the Normal,
Oblivians,
Jandek,
The Sonics,
The Young Rascals,
Stiv Bators,
Jacques Brel,
New Order,
Bang On A Can,
DJ Sneak,
Smog,
Eden Ahbez,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.