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 Ethiopia and from Bologna.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the disco 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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Evens,
Public Image Ltd.,
Graham Central Station,
Blossom Toes,
Man Parrish,
Sugar Minott,
Jerry's Kids,
Boz Scaggs,
Glenn Branca,
Charles Mingus,
ABC,
Eddi Front,
La Düsseldorf,
Matthew Halsall,
Sight & Sound,
June of 44,
Fela Kuti,
Japan,
Eurythmics,
Scientists,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Seeds,
Cymande,
Gabor Szabo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Popol Vuh,
Sixth Finger,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultravox,
Neu!,
Rotary Connection,
Kas Product,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pussy Galore,
Josef K,
Echospace,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Piero Umiliani,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crooked Eye,
Adolescents,
Peter and Kerry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
L. Decosne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gories,
Franke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Animal Collective,
Patti Smith,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Index,
Warsaw,
Roy Ayers,
The Remains,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marine Girls,
The Tremeloes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.