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 Trinidad & Tobago 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Mummies 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Drive Like Jehu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dawn Penn,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Mummies,
Ossler,
Alton Ellis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hot Snakes,
Buzzcocks,
Interpol,
Freddie Wadling,
Popol Vuh,
The Doobie Brothers,
Morten Harket,
Amazonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tom Boy,
Ultra Naté,
Jeff Mills,
Soulsonic Force,
Big Daddy Kane,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang Green,
Harmonia,
Average White Band,
Chris Corsano,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Au Pairs,
These Immortal Souls,
The Black Dice,
Sight & Sound,
Crooked Eye,
Arcadia,
Scrapy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
JFA,
New Order,
The Slits,
EPMD,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Juan Atkins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mad Mike,
Motorama,
ABC,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Japan,
Dual Sessions,
The Kinks,
Con Funk Shun,
Fad Gadget,
Lalann,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Holt,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.