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 Dominican Republic and from Tokyo.
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 Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the punk 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
E-Dancer,
Sällskapet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sister Nancy,
The Last Poets,
cv313,
The Associates,
Visage,
The Mojo Men,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lungfish,
Cymande,
Throbbing Gristle,
Silicon Teens,
Prince Buster,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kaleidoscope,
Depeche Mode,
Cybotron,
The Seeds,
The Stooges,
Johnny Clarke,
Barbara Tucker,
Gerry Rafferty,
K-Klass,
Crash Course in Science,
Ornette Coleman,
Kurtis Blow,
Aswad,
Tropical Tobacco,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Slackers,
Warsaw,
Fad Gadget,
Suburban Knight,
Letta Mbulu,
Rotary Connection,
Bronski Beat,
Scott Walker,
The Flesh Eaters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fort Wilson Riot,
R.M.O.,
Little Man,
Terry Callier,
Goldenarms,
Livin' Joy,
The Monks,
Slave,
Funky Four + One,
Main Source,
Infiniti,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Count Five,
Audionom,
Bang On A Can,
The Litter,
Scion,
Eric Dolphy,
Scratch Acid,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.