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 Comoros and from Tokyo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Mad Mike,
Tropical Tobacco,
Harmonia,
Deepchord,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
EPMD,
These Immortal Souls,
Vladislav Delay,
Sarah Menescal,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Babytalk,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eli Mardock,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Oblivians,
Robert Hood,
10cc,
Lower 48,
The Moleskins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Grauzone,
The Cramps,
Tim Buckley,
Bad Manners,
The Gap Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minor Threat,
Kurtis Blow,
Kerri Chandler,
Delta 5,
Marcia Griffiths,
DJ Sneak,
Dead Boys,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joy Division,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The United States of America,
Con Funk Shun,
Japan,
Faraquet,
Qualms,
The Selecter,
Mo-Dettes,
Minny Pops,
Lakeside,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Searchers,
Supertramp,
Roger Hodgson,
the Association,
The Cure,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Howard Jones,
The Doors,
A Certain Ratio,
Charles Mingus,
F. McDonald,
The Dirtbombs,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.