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 Andorra and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Nik Kershaw to the electroclash 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minor Threat,
Boredoms,
David Axelrod,
Scan 7,
Crime,
X-102,
Y Pants,
The Count Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gichy Dan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fear,
Hot Snakes,
Organ,
Skaos,
New Order,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Germs,
Sugar Minott,
Cameo,
Urselle,
Ice-T,
The Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Qualms,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Robert Görl,
Ralphi Rosario,
Negative Approach,
Rhythm & Sound,
June Days,
Flash Fearless,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sixth Finger,
Pulsallama,
Crispy Ambulance,
Terry Callier,
Max Romeo,
Arab on Radar,
Eve St. Jones,
Radio Birdman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Technova,
Bronski Beat,
Eddi Front,
This Heat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dave Clark Five,
Electric Prunes,
Circle Jerks,
Junior Murvin,
Heaven 17,
Sam Rivers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Oblivians,
Yaz,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.