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 Guatemala and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 Yazoo to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
David Axelrod,
the Soft Cell,
The Associates,
Carl Craig,
The Sonics,
Scion,
Unwound,
Morten Harket,
Derrick May,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Seeds,
the Human League,
Iggy Pop,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
June of 44,
Malaria!,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Holt,
Donny Hathaway,
Crooked Eye,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thompson Twins,
Cheater Slicks,
Prince Buster,
Josef K,
10cc,
Robert Hood,
Quadrant,
Harmonia,
Rosa Yemen,
Make Up,
The Durutti Column,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dead Boys,
Amon Düül,
The Gories,
Wire,
Scott Walker,
MC5,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fortunes,
Davy DMX,
Junior Murvin,
Agent Orange,
The Flesh Eaters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Echospace,
Ken Boothe,
Siglo XX,
The Modern Lovers,
Roger Hodgson,
Severed Heads,
The Vogues,
Connie Case,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Outsiders,
Crash Course in Science,
Stereo Dub,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.