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 Slovenia and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Q65 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Matthew Bourne,
Inner City,
Carl Craig,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Swans,
Infiniti,
Eurythmics,
Outsiders,
Slave,
Grauzone,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ornette Coleman,
Avey Tare,
Roxette,
Loose Ends,
Desert Stars,
Ohio Players,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Peter and Kerry,
Massinfluence,
Alphaville,
Unrelated Segments,
Soulsonic Force,
China Crisis,
Bang On A Can,
Lower 48,
The Gories,
Amon Düül II,
Tropical Tobacco,
Harpers Bizarre,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moby Grape,
John Coltrane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DJ Style,
Blossom Toes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Japan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crispy Ambulance,
Panda Bear,
Nico,
Derrick May,
Mantronix,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Hood,
Newcleus,
The Buckinghams,
One Last Wish,
Suburban Knight,
Trumans Water,
Jimmy McGriff,
Underground Resistance,
the Bar-Kays,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rapeman,
Khruangbin,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.