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 Moldova and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Neu! to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Grey Daturas,
John Coltrane,
The Techniques,
the Germs,
Oblivians,
The Last Poets,
Circle Jerks,
Pagans,
Q65,
Steve Hackett,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Arthur Verocai,
John Foxx,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gories,
Sight & Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wolf Eyes,
Arcadia,
Wally Richardson,
Blancmange,
B.T. Express,
Half Japanese,
Stiv Bators,
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Hood,
The Mummies,
The Misunderstood,
Interpol,
Thompson Twins,
Roy Ayers,
Pylon,
The Blackbyrds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Siglo XX,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Names,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Leonard Cohen,
Pere Ubu,
OOIOO,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Los Fastidios,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alphaville,
Shoche,
The Vogues,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cramps,
The Durutti Column,
La Düsseldorf,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Martian,
Chris Corsano,
Henry Cow,
Carl Craig,
Dawn Penn,
the Sonics,
Smog,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.