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 Nigeria and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Holger Czukay 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the rock 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Sister Nancy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Spoonie Gee,
Goldenarms,
Outsiders,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Suburban Knight,
Black Flag,
Scratch Acid,
James White and The Blacks,
Average White Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blake Baxter,
The Zeros,
Skriet,
F. McDonald,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Skatalites,
Funkadelic,
Moebius,
Soft Cell,
Moby Grape,
Minny Pops,
Pole,
Al Stewart,
Freddie Wadling,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Mummies,
Eddi Front,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Holt,
Gang Green,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Sherman,
Babytalk,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Procol Harum,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mandrill,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Sheep,
Marine Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Archie Shepp,
the Normal,
Jeff Lynne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deepchord,
The Grass Roots,
Tom Boy,
Japan,
Au Pairs,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultra Naté,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.