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 Brazil and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Buzzcocks,
Whodini,
The Red Krayola,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Young Rascals,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
Swell Maps,
The Black Dice,
Panda Bear,
T. Rex,
Section 25,
DJ Sneak,
Moebius,
The Star Department,
Aswad,
Los Fastidios,
Roger Hodgson,
cv313,
Rosa Yemen,
Ronnie Foster,
The Five Americans,
The Blackbyrds,
Simply Red,
Gichy Dan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Christie,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Intrusion,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Absolute Body Control,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
K-Klass,
The Walker Brothers,
Minor Threat,
The Offenders,
X-102,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Doors,
Rhythm & Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Motions,
Marvin Gaye,
Sandy B,
Livin' Joy,
Johnny Clarke,
Cybotron,
Lindisfarne,
Deadbeat,
Metal Thangz,
Television Personalities,
Maurizio,
Zero Boys,
Warsaw,
Isaac Hayes,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.