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 Suriname and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Peter and Kerry to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jeff Mills,
The Five Americans,
Oblivians,
CMW,
Eli Mardock,
Soft Cell,
Neu!,
Archie Shepp,
Darondo,
Liliput,
Brand Nubian,
Glenn Branca,
Eric Copeland,
Michelle Simonal,
The Black Dice,
Maleditus Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
Buzzcocks,
The Saints,
Grey Daturas,
The Remains,
Essential Logic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sister Nancy,
Lindisfarne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Iggy Pop,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
F. McDonald,
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fortunes,
Theoretical Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
Alphaville,
The Stooges,
The Gories,
E-Dancer,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hashim,
Yazoo,
Qualms,
Make Up,
Pharoah Sanders,
ABC,
Rakim,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brothers Johnson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Flag,
Crime,
OOIOO,
The Searchers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.