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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the jazz 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Angry Samoans,
Thee Headcoats,
Organ,
Young Marble Giants,
Fluxion,
Lebanon Hanover,
Drive Like Jehu,
Easy Going,
Matthew Bourne,
Colin Newman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joe Finger,
Second Layer,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nas,
Crash Course in Science,
The Black Dice,
Harpers Bizarre,
Flipper,
John Foxx,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Chris & Cosey,
Bluetip,
Au Pairs,
Scan 7,
the Human League,
Roger Hodgson,
The Associates,
Pole,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Guru Guru,
Wolf Eyes,
Todd Rundgren,
Roy Ayers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Banda Bassotti,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lungfish,
The Trojans,
The Mojo Men,
Blancmange,
Thompson Twins,
Goldenarms,
The Raincoats,
48th St. Collective,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Davy DMX,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Judy Mowatt,
Los Fastidios,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultravox,
Alison Limerick,
Outsiders,
The Residents,
Sonic Youth,
Mars,
T. Rex,
Echospace,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.