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 Tunisia and from Salvador.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ice-T 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Black Pus,
Hashim,
Amon Düül II,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fad Gadget,
New Order,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Public Image Ltd.,
Freddie Wadling,
Jacques Brel,
Accadde A,
Spandau Ballet,
Colin Newman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alton Ellis,
The Index,
The Doors,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bob Dylan,
Godley & Creme,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Michelle Simonal,
The Moody Blues,
Masters at Work,
Lucky Dragons,
the Human League,
Skarface,
Nirvana,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tres Demented,
The Blackbyrds,
The Young Rascals,
T.S.O.L.,
Deadbeat,
Ludus,
Minor Threat,
Severed Heads,
Spoonie Gee,
Eurythmics,
Skaos,
Television,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Cale,
Moby Grape,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Flash Fearless,
Lyres,
Sight & Sound,
The Trojans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Underground Resistance,
Nik Kershaw,
Easy Going,
The Residents,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rapeman,
Dark Day,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.