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 Papua New Guinea and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 The Young Rascals to the techno 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Tim Buckley,
Supertramp,
Mars,
Rod Modell,
Masters at Work,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Seeds,
Bronski Beat,
X-Ray Spex,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Real Kids,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fire Engines,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pantaleimon,
Godley & Creme,
Brand Nubian,
Agitation Free,
Pagans,
Leonard Cohen,
Ice-T,
Scion,
The Blackbyrds,
Minny Pops,
Whodini,
Unrelated Segments,
Fad Gadget,
Eve St. Jones,
Skriet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Section 25,
Althea and Donna,
The Beau Brummels,
Steve Hackett,
John Lydon,
E-Dancer,
Ponytail,
David Bowie,
Franke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fugs,
Nirvana,
Pharoah Sanders,
Traffic Nightmare,
Juan Atkins,
Nik Kershaw,
Andrew Hill,
Aural Exciters,
Brass Construction,
The Misunderstood,
Niagra,
Hot Snakes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Depeche Mode,
Funkadelic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Matthew Bourne,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.