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 Samoa and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Maurizio to the funk 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Pharoah Sanders,
China Crisis,
Lightning Bolt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eric Dolphy,
Rufus Thomas,
Tom Boy,
Tears for Fears,
The Velvet Underground,
Ohio Players,
Technova,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brick,
Erykah Badu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mo-Dettes,
Duran Duran,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pole,
Interpol,
Cecil Taylor,
Unwound,
Fear,
Lee Hazlewood,
Reuben Wilson,
Archie Shepp,
Blancmange,
The Gun Club,
Michelle Simonal,
Section 25,
the Bar-Kays,
Faraquet,
The Names,
Man Parrish,
Ultravox,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Associates,
The Walker Brothers,
Brand Nubian,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roxy Music,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Glenn Branca,
Sister Nancy,
Supertramp,
Johnny Osbourne,
Urselle,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alison Limerick,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Victims,
Juan Atkins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Dave Clark Five,
kango's stein massive,
The Trojans,
Absolute Body Control,
Ossler,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.