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 Latvia and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Darondo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper 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?
Sixth Finger,
The Litter,
The American Breed,
Pantaleimon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Maleditus Sound,
The Buckinghams,
Cameo,
MC5,
Gang Starr,
Bootsy Collins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Michelle Simonal,
Rod Modell,
The Blackbyrds,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultravox,
Stereo Dub,
Joe Finger,
The Offenders,
Terrestrial Tones,
Smog,
The Misunderstood,
Oblivians,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Last Poets,
Trumans Water,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Janne Schatter,
The Count Five,
John Lydon,
Steve Hackett,
Joy Division,
Pylon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Erykah Badu,
Pantytec,
Flamin' Groovies,
Delon & Dalcan,
X-101,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cramps,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joyce Sims,
Bluetip,
Symarip,
Procol Harum,
The Associates,
Godley & Creme,
The Blues Magoos,
Sun City Girls,
Al Stewart,
Dual Sessions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Howard Jones,
Ten City,
Public Enemy,
Crime,
Lower 48,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.