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 Czech Republic and from Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Junior Murvin to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Divine Comedy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Human League,
Blancmange,
Minutemen,
The Slits,
Pere Ubu,
Rekid,
Yazoo,
Al Stewart,
Infiniti,
Fear,
Stockholm Monsters,
Symarip,
Zero Boys,
Mantronix,
Kurtis Blow,
Animal Collective,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Quadrant,
Delta 5,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Young Marble Giants,
Can,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eddi Front,
cv313,
The Trojans,
Marmalade,
Ornette Coleman,
Joey Negro,
Malaria!,
Dead Boys,
The Cure,
A Certain Ratio,
Drexciya,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Reuben Wilson,
The Happenings,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Throbbing Gristle,
kango's stein massive,
Maleditus Sound,
Connie Case,
The Buckinghams,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Monks,
Bang On A Can,
The Litter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oneida,
the Swans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crooked Eye,
Fela Kuti,
Mandrill,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Magazine,
The Neon Judgement,
Erasure,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.