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 Comoros and from Toronto.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 Kayak to the funk 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Kaleidoscope,
Dave Gahan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aural Exciters,
Skriet,
MC5,
Desert Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DJ Sneak,
Angry Samoans,
One Last Wish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Buckinghams,
Glenn Branca,
The Doors,
Goldenarms,
Kurtis Blow,
The Walker Brothers,
John Lydon,
Althea and Donna,
Michelle Simonal,
Quadrant,
Minor Threat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
In Retrospect,
Minnie Riperton,
The Busters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Bar-Kays,
Deadbeat,
The Saints,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fear,
Cameo,
Circle Jerks,
June of 44,
R.M.O.,
The Standells,
Icehouse,
Peter & Gordon,
Quantec,
Bauhaus,
Blossom Toes,
Slave,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nils Olav,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fatback Band,
The New Christs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Connie Case,
Radiopuhelimet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Angels of Light,
Roxette,
Ponytail,
the Swans,
Silicon Teens,
Accadde A,
Fugazi,
Flipper,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jerry's Kids,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.