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 Norway and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Patti Smith,
Terry Callier,
The Monochrome Set,
Minny Pops,
Tom Boy,
Excepter,
Sparks,
Carl Craig,
The Trojans,
Parry Music,
Deepchord,
Matthew Bourne,
Index,
Hardrive,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Sonics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Arab on Radar,
Guru Guru,
The Moody Blues,
Dennis Brown,
Eve St. Jones,
H. Thieme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amazonics,
Sarah Menescal,
Jandek,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gories,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The J.B.'s,
Panda Bear,
Nas,
Black Sheep,
Hoover,
PIL,
UT,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Piero Umiliani,
DJ Sneak,
Sällskapet,
Bill Wells,
The Knickerbockers,
Lakeside,
Subhumans,
X-102,
Mark Hollis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Saccharine Trust,
Gong,
Big Daddy Kane,
T. Rex,
Minor Threat,
Second Layer,
The Gladiators,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Liliput,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.