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 Costa Rica and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 Alison Limerick to the grime 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Anakelly,
Barrington Levy,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Sheep,
Mars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Desert Stars,
Shoche,
Hoover,
Danielle Patucci,
X-102,
Peter & Gordon,
Sandy B,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lungfish,
Lyres,
Marc Almond,
Stockholm Monsters,
Khruangbin,
John Coltrane,
Cheater Slicks,
Jandek,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Connie Case,
Massinfluence,
Cecil Taylor,
Monolake,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lindisfarne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nils Olav,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bauhaus,
The Slackers,
Roger Hodgson,
CMW,
Jacques Brel,
The Moleskins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Sonics,
The Buckinghams,
The Durutti Column,
Reagan Youth,
T.S.O.L.,
Technova,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Harmonia,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Smog,
Pierre Henry,
Skriet,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.