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 Senegal and from Delhi.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jesper Dahlback to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Nirvana,
Excepter,
Matthew Bourne,
Roy Ayers,
Symarip,
Skarface,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brothers Johnson,
Eve St. Jones,
The Kinks,
Anakelly,
Fatback Band,
Juan Atkins,
Man Parrish,
Bill Near,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alice Coltrane,
LL Cool J,
Neu!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jandek,
The Blues Magoos,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crime,
Pere Ubu,
Connie Case,
Lee Hazlewood,
Donald Byrd,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eurythmics,
Accadde A,
Rosa Yemen,
June Days,
Harpers Bizarre,
Slick Rick,
The Young Rascals,
Maleditus Sound,
Tomorrow,
Oneida,
Soft Cell,
The Searchers,
Kaleidoscope,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Blackbyrds,
Interpol,
Nas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Underground Resistance,
Janne Schatter,
Stereo Dub,
K-Klass,
Junior Murvin,
Livin' Joy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Christie,
Morten Harket,
Rakim,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.