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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Leonard Cohen to the punk 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lightning Bolt,
Brick,
E-Dancer,
Grauzone,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lyres,
Ultra Naté,
Joensuu 1685,
Jeff Mills,
Soft Machine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Big Daddy Kane,
Television Personalities,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alison Limerick,
Cybotron,
Pussy Galore,
Visage,
kango's stein massive,
The New Christs,
Eric Dolphy,
Maleditus Sound,
Erykah Badu,
Boz Scaggs,
The Dirtbombs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Donny Hathaway,
Franke,
Ice-T,
Jawbox,
Pantytec,
Spoonie Gee,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Y Pants,
Infiniti,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mary Jane Girls,
New Order,
The Gladiators,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Neon Judgement,
Cabaret Voltaire,
In Retrospect,
Masters at Work,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Warsaw,
Black Pus,
John Foxx,
Harmonia,
D'Angelo,
ABBA,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Christie,
Television,
Black Moon,
Matthew Bourne,
Theoretical Girls,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.