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 Bhutan and from Jakarta.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Icehouse to the disco 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joe Smooth,
Zapp,
Sugar Minott,
Donald Byrd,
Lower 48,
Dead Boys,
The Kinks,
Crooked Eye,
Q and Not U,
Cal Tjader,
Model 500,
Porter Ricks,
Roger Hodgson,
Ice-T,
The Neon Judgement,
Guru Guru,
Sam Rivers,
Neil Young,
Minor Threat,
Boredoms,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sonics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minny Pops,
MDC,
Mo-Dettes,
Brass Construction,
Oblivians,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Coltrane,
Kayak,
Aural Exciters,
Laurel Aitken,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gap Band,
The Gun Club,
Peter and Kerry,
The Knickerbockers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Al Stewart,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Camouflage,
Jeff Lynne,
John Foxx,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Martian,
Echospace,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jeru the Damaja,
K-Klass,
The Busters,
Bronski Beat,
Metal Thangz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Television Personalities,
Blossom Toes,
Rotary Connection,
Black Sheep,
The Raincoats,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.