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 Zimbabwe and from Stockholm.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Crooked Eye,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deadbeat,
the Normal,
Josef K,
Charles Mingus,
The Remains,
World's Most,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fuzztones,
Gang Green,
Swans,
Suicide,
Zapp,
Kayak,
Joe Smooth,
John Foxx,
OOIOO,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fela Kuti,
Eli Mardock,
Pylon,
Nils Olav,
One Last Wish,
Bob Dylan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Accadde A,
Dave Gahan,
The Durutti Column,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lalo Schifrin,
Theoretical Girls,
Outsiders,
Magma,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Organ,
The Moleskins,
Loose Ends,
Iggy Pop,
The Mojo Men,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Q65,
Simply Red,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Half Japanese,
Grey Daturas,
Blossom Toes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Radiohead,
Cameo,
The Evens,
Jeff Lynne,
U.S. Maple,
the Fania All-Stars,
Todd Terry,
Connie Case,
Bush Tetras,
Inner City,
Tim Buckley,
Jimmy McGriff,
The J.B.'s,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.