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 Lebanon and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Lou Reed 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 Underground Resistance to the rock 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Easy Going,
Lyres,
Delon & Dalcan,
Man Parrish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
La Düsseldorf,
The Misunderstood,
Steve Hackett,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Moleskins,
The Black Dice,
Sun City Girls,
Henry Cow,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rotary Connection,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deakin,
Yazoo,
Piero Umiliani,
Hardrive,
Theoretical Girls,
Tomorrow,
Swell Maps,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lakeside,
Ken Boothe,
Sugar Minott,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Massinfluence,
Eve St. Jones,
Pantytec,
Crooked Eye,
X-Ray Spex,
The Count Five,
Funkadelic,
Peter & Gordon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Divine Comedy,
The Zeros,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Essential Logic,
Ohio Players,
Jeff Mills,
Saccharine Trust,
Masters at Work,
Delta 5,
Davy DMX,
Moby Grape,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gun Club,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nik Kershaw,
Eyeless In Gaza,
MDC,
Bill Near,
Jacques Brel,
Wire,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.