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 Solomon Islands and from Manila.
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 Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 X-102 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Matthew Halsall,
Joe Finger,
One Last Wish,
Newcleus,
Organ,
The Knickerbockers,
The Blues Magoos,
Eric Dolphy,
Funkadelic,
Inner City,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Byrd,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Skaos,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scan 7,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Index,
The Doobie Brothers,
Porter Ricks,
Flash Fearless,
Vainqueur,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Judy Mowatt,
Japan,
Circle Jerks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
H. Thieme,
The Star Department,
K-Klass,
These Immortal Souls,
Can,
Bizarre Inc.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ronnie Foster,
Young Marble Giants,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Anthony Braxton,
The Moleskins,
The Selecter,
Gang Starr,
Dawn Penn,
Loose Ends,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joey Negro,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sarah Menescal,
Morten Harket,
Grey Daturas,
The Evens,
Oblivians,
The Grass Roots,
The Searchers,
Janne Schatter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Zero Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
Infiniti,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.