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 Chile and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 La Düsseldorf to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Stereo Dub,
L. Decosne,
Zero Boys,
Marc Almond,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Dead C,
Tres Demented,
Animal Collective,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hardrive,
F. McDonald,
China Crisis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Altered Images,
The Dirtbombs,
Qualms,
Dual Sessions,
Basic Channel,
The J.B.'s,
Icehouse,
The Alarm Clocks,
Boz Scaggs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terry Callier,
Gang Green,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Foxx,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Monolake,
Don Cherry,
Wasted Youth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Agitation Free,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roxy Music,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Trojans,
Juan Atkins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Smiths,
Infiniti,
Franke,
Babytalk,
The Seeds,
The Searchers,
Black Sheep,
K-Klass,
The Index,
T. Rex,
Robert Görl,
The Cramps,
Camberwell Now,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Liliput,
John Holt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.