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 Dominican Republic and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Techniques to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Trumans Water,
Yaz,
The Five Americans,
The Raincoats,
MC5,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pierre Henry,
Camberwell Now,
The Residents,
Depeche Mode,
Nirvana,
Bill Wells,
Banda Bassotti,
Ronnie Foster,
Thompson Twins,
Jeff Mills,
Young Marble Giants,
The Zeros,
Mr. Review,
X-102,
Wasted Youth,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Christie,
Panda Bear,
World's Most,
Duran Duran,
Carl Craig,
Dennis Brown,
Rekid,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Reuben Wilson,
Crime,
H. Thieme,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tim Buckley,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Sheep,
Tomorrow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
D'Angelo,
Cameo,
Erykah Badu,
Easy Going,
X-Ray Spex,
Neu!,
Althea and Donna,
Kaleidoscope,
Flipper,
Crooked Eye,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pussy Galore,
Oneida,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Names,
The Stooges,
Kevin Saunderson,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.