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 Cape Verde and from Hong Kong.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Panda Bear to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Boredoms,
Traffic Nightmare,
June of 44,
Joy Division,
Man Parrish,
Bronski Beat,
The Young Rascals,
David Bowie,
Throbbing Gristle,
Unrelated Segments,
Stetsasonic,
The Modern Lovers,
Q and Not U,
Gil Scott Heron,
Inner City,
Radiopuhelimet,
Blake Baxter,
Bauhaus,
Monolake,
Colin Newman,
Eve St. Jones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultimate Spinach,
Davy DMX,
Ken Boothe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Peter and Kerry,
Subhumans,
Amazonics,
X-102,
Henry Cow,
Joey Negro,
Graham Central Station,
Carl Craig,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Television Personalities,
Von Mondo,
Mo-Dettes,
Make Up,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scott Walker,
Harry Pussy,
Albert Ayler,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
New Age Steppers,
Camouflage,
Rapeman,
Eli Mardock,
Wolf Eyes,
Drive Like Jehu,
FM Einheit,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Human League,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Surgeon,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Altered Images,
The Fugs,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.