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 East Timor and from Taipei.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the organ 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 Sun Ra to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Germs,
Fat Boys,
The Black Dice,
Sugar Minott,
Yellowson,
Adolescents,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Underground Resistance,
Graham Central Station,
Visage,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
New Order,
Roxette,
Spandau Ballet,
Warren Ellis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Can,
Neu!,
Faust,
Clear Light,
Patti Smith,
Jawbox,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Isaac Hayes,
Saccharine Trust,
Scrapy,
Gabor Szabo,
John Foxx,
Wings,
Public Enemy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
EPMD,
Shuggie Otis,
Stetsasonic,
Blancmange,
Guru Guru,
Jacob Miller,
The Standells,
Soft Cell,
Scientists,
Aaron Thompson,
The Names,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Blackbyrds,
Porter Ricks,
MC5,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Donny Hathaway,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Derrick Morgan,
Rotary Connection,
Fluxion,
Mary Jane Girls,
Whodini,
Brand Nubian,
The Move,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Inner City,
Wasted Youth,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.