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 Micronesia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Lou Reed 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joyce Sims,
Josef K,
Hot Snakes,
Lindisfarne,
Rekid,
Iggy Pop,
The Trojans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Charles Mingus,
Jacob Miller,
Swans,
Pantaleimon,
Black Pus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jerry's Kids,
kango's stein massive,
Connie Case,
Delon & Dalcan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wolf Eyes,
Sarah Menescal,
Con Funk Shun,
Prince Buster,
Tropical Tobacco,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultra Naté,
The Star Department,
Brick,
Essential Logic,
The Pop Group,
Marmalade,
Vainqueur,
The Monochrome Set,
a-ha,
Soft Cell,
Matthew Halsall,
Suburban Knight,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Moleskins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
ABBA,
Derrick Morgan,
The Modern Lovers,
Freddie Wadling,
Todd Terry,
The Knickerbockers,
Thompson Twins,
The Last Poets,
Blossom Toes,
John Coltrane,
The American Breed,
Section 25,
Siglo XX,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roy Ayers,
Schoolly D,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gap Band,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.