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 Ghana and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Donald Fagen 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 Youth Brigade to the electroclash 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Leaves,
Graham Central Station,
This Heat,
Spandau Ballet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eden Ahbez,
Sparks,
Todd Rundgren,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang Starr,
Sister Nancy,
Bob Dylan,
The Stooges,
Y Pants,
Liliput,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kevin Saunderson,
James White and The Blacks,
John Cale,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Reuben Wilson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Anthony Braxton,
Rhythm & Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nils Olav,
Suburban Knight,
Erasure,
CMW,
Niagra,
Newcleus,
the Soft Cell,
Thee Headcoats,
X-102,
Susan Cadogan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marc Almond,
Aural Exciters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Don Cherry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Matthew Bourne,
Rites of Spring,
Throbbing Gristle,
Neu!,
David McCallum,
Nas,
Cybotron,
Nick Fraelich,
Zero Boys,
DNA,
Excepter,
Robert Görl,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Moby Grape,
Intrusion,
Pulsallama,
The Sound,
Yaz,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.