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 Paraguay and from Accra.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 Wings 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Blake Baxter,
Urselle,
Derrick May,
Eurythmics,
the Sonics,
Interpol,
Can,
Warsaw,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Q65,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Au Pairs,
Roger Hodgson,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Barracudas,
Neil Young,
Deakin,
The Invisible,
The Zeros,
Iggy Pop,
The Tremeloes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fall,
Freddie Wadling,
Lakeside,
Public Enemy,
Connie Case,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mission of Burma,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Sheep,
New York Dolls,
Jacques Brel,
Lebanon Hanover,
Audionom,
Cymande,
Kenny Larkin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Saints,
Kaleidoscope,
Alphaville,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cowsills,
Bronski Beat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Clear Light,
Accadde A,
Stetsasonic,
Metal Thangz,
48th St. Collective,
Anakelly,
Ultravox,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Normal,
Maleditus Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.