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 Lesotho and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the rap 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
H. Thieme,
CMW,
Dave Gahan,
Archie Shepp,
Sugar Minott,
Visage,
Ultravox,
The Tremeloes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Swans,
Scion,
The Fall,
Model 500,
Josef K,
Bang On A Can,
Matthew Halsall,
Marc Almond,
Andrew Hill,
Massinfluence,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dark Day,
A Certain Ratio,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cymande,
The Buckinghams,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Drexciya,
The Victims,
Arab on Radar,
R.M.O.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Iggy Pop,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cluster,
Wolf Eyes,
The Invisible,
Joensuu 1685,
Matthew Bourne,
Morten Harket,
Darondo,
Brothers Johnson,
Traffic Nightmare,
B.T. Express,
Bootsy Collins,
Henry Cow,
Porter Ricks,
Pulsallama,
X-Ray Spex,
UT,
The Happenings,
Grey Daturas,
Gang Starr,
Rakim,
Boredoms,
Khruangbin,
Panda Bear,
Marmalade,
Mad Mike,
Davy DMX,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.