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 Belgium and from Bologna.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Prince Buster to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
The Monks,
Todd Rundgren,
Delon & Dalcan,
Al Stewart,
E-Dancer,
Rites of Spring,
UT,
The Buckinghams,
Ohio Players,
Echospace,
Joy Division,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mantronix,
Oneida,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Shoche,
Lou Reed,
Gang of Four,
Dave Gahan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Stooges,
Blancmange,
The Doors,
Brick,
Radiohead,
The Move,
Gil Scott Heron,
Unrelated Segments,
The Techniques,
Make Up,
The Gun Club,
Japan,
Talk Talk,
Jimmy McGriff,
Little Man,
Suburban Knight,
The Gories,
DNA,
These Immortal Souls,
Crooked Eye,
Warren Ellis,
the Normal,
Tears for Fears,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pierre Henry,
The Raincoats,
The Names,
Cymande,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Main Source,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marine Girls,
Animal Collective,
The Martian,
Y Pants,
the Bar-Kays,
Funky Four + One,
The Neon Judgement,
Mars,
Skaos,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.