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 Columbus.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Joe Smooth,
Prince Buster,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deakin,
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fall,
Marmalade,
The Barracudas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
E-Dancer,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultravox,
Mad Mike,
Boredoms,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Tremeloes,
Scion,
Nation of Ulysses,
Idris Muhammad,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lyres,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barry Ungar,
Pussy Galore,
Hashim,
Sarah Menescal,
Cluster,
The Names,
Alison Limerick,
Make Up,
Bobby Hutcherson,
D'Angelo,
Roxette,
Subhumans,
Dead Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Eddi Front,
Isaac Hayes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Wake,
Depeche Mode,
The Shadows of Knight,
Electric Prunes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Tubeway Army,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Iggy Pop,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Holt,
Althea and Donna,
Stereo Dub,
Lightning Bolt,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.