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 Bangladesh and from Shanghai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 ABC to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Maleditus Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
June of 44,
The Moleskins,
Quando Quango,
Bang On A Can,
Cybotron,
Das Ding,
Mark Hollis,
Black Pus,
Sun City Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hasil Adkins,
In Retrospect,
Half Japanese,
Althea and Donna,
Vainqueur,
Monolake,
The Grass Roots,
Stetsasonic,
Pantaleimon,
A Certain Ratio,
Country Teasers,
Camberwell Now,
The Zeros,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Absolute Body Control,
L. Decosne,
The Sound,
Bob Dylan,
The Dead C,
The Move,
Liliput,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tomorrow,
Nas,
Connie Case,
Negative Approach,
Television,
Radio Birdman,
OOIOO,
Dave Gahan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joensuu 1685,
Alison Limerick,
John Holt,
Scrapy,
DNA,
Gabor Szabo,
Index,
Lou Christie,
T.S.O.L.,
Subhumans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Neon Judgement,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ronnie Foster,
Youth Brigade,
Parry Music,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.