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 Equatorial Guinea and from Sao Paulo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 Dual Sessions to the crunk 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Aswad,
Half Japanese,
UT,
Marmalade,
Groovy Waters,
Vladislav Delay,
Pulsallama,
Derrick May,
Minor Threat,
Eli Mardock,
X-101,
Yazoo,
Kenny Larkin,
Absolute Body Control,
The Remains,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lucky Dragons,
Newcleus,
Harry Pussy,
Au Pairs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Porter Ricks,
Flipper,
Eurythmics,
Mad Mike,
Sarah Menescal,
Sparks,
Japan,
Henry Cow,
Black Bananas,
Fat Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scientists,
China Crisis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stiv Bators,
B.T. Express,
Reagan Youth,
Clear Light,
Blossom Toes,
Barbara Tucker,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ronnie Foster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cal Tjader,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Technova,
Dawn Penn,
the Germs,
Ultra Naté,
Youth Brigade,
Kayak,
Warsaw,
Eve St. Jones,
Mission of Burma,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thompson Twins,
Zapp,
Avey Tare,
Joe Smooth,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.