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 Greece and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
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 808 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 the Swans to the electroclash 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Ten City,
Thompson Twins,
Fugazi,
Dark Day,
Buzzcocks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Donald Byrd,
Audionom,
Procol Harum,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scan 7,
KRS-One,
The Trojans,
Pantaleimon,
Derrick May,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kevin Saunderson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nick Fraelich,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Visage,
Max Romeo,
John Coltrane,
Bill Near,
Robert Wyatt,
Technova,
Black Bananas,
Depeche Mode,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Zeros,
Lungfish,
The Barracudas,
Al Stewart,
Deadbeat,
Groovy Waters,
Idris Muhammad,
Glambeats Corp.,
JFA,
Alton Ellis,
Crooked Eye,
Fluxion,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deepchord,
F. McDonald,
Pole,
Roger Hodgson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Unwound,
Sam Rivers,
Tres Demented,
Danielle Patucci,
Man Eating Sloth,
Masters at Work,
Pussy Galore,
Kurtis Blow,
Ken Boothe,
Mo-Dettes,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.