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 Colombia and from Accra.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 LL Cool J to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Fugazi,
The Divine Comedy,
Sister Nancy,
Model 500,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nik Kershaw,
Marc Almond,
the Soft Cell,
Oneida,
Robert Görl,
The Music Machine,
Lindisfarne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Erasure,
Babytalk,
Lower 48,
Albert Ayler,
The Moody Blues,
In Retrospect,
Matthew Bourne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Sheep,
the Human League,
Trumans Water,
Icehouse,
Sparks,
Sex Pistols,
Swans,
Television,
Jeff Mills,
JFA,
Yusef Lateef,
Faraquet,
The Cure,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ossler,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pharoah Sanders,
Second Layer,
A Certain Ratio,
Bang On A Can,
Skaos,
Wings,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Moleskins,
Arthur Verocai,
Bob Dylan,
Whodini,
Camouflage,
The Electric Prunes,
The New Christs,
The Invisible,
Q65,
The Saints,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gladiators,
Ponytail,
Audionom,
Kenny Larkin,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.