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 Argentina and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Bauhaus 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Average White Band,
Dark Day,
Q and Not U,
Little Man,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Masters at Work,
The Pretty Things,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Moon,
Derrick May,
The Electric Prunes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Echospace,
Clear Light,
Animal Collective,
Funky Four + One,
Fluxion,
The Martian,
Yaz,
Negative Approach,
Ponytail,
Minutemen,
The Fugs,
Neil Young,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Misunderstood,
the Slits,
Brick,
World's Most,
Ludus,
Rakim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bush Tetras,
Malaria!,
Buzzcocks,
Accadde A,
Absolute Body Control,
Smog,
Technova,
Janne Schatter,
Unwound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Das Ding,
Freddie Wadling,
Khruangbin,
the Association,
DJ Style,
Newcleus,
Popol Vuh,
KRS-One,
Camouflage,
Cheater Slicks,
Henry Cow,
Stetsasonic,
The Dirtbombs,
Dave Gahan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.