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 Gambia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba 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 The American Breed 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a marimba and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gladiators,
Young Marble Giants,
Make Up,
Carl Craig,
The Litter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Altered Images,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Interpol,
Derrick Morgan,
Grey Daturas,
The Birthday Party,
Brass Construction,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Dead C,
The Dave Clark Five,
Michelle Simonal,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
KRS-One,
Motorama,
Angry Samoans,
R.M.O.,
Yellowson,
The Gap Band,
Model 500,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sparks,
Japan,
Mars,
Minor Threat,
Eden Ahbez,
Dawn Penn,
Main Source,
Steve Hackett,
Nils Olav,
Average White Band,
Harmonia,
Pere Ubu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Shuggie Otis,
Jawbox,
OOIOO,
Roxette,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pet Shop Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Swell Maps,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deadbeat,
The Barracudas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alison Limerick,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Laurel Aitken,
Animal Collective,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.