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 Montenegro and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 Rosa Yemen to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ 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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
The Electric Prunes,
Circle Jerks,
Freddie Wadling,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang of Four,
Scion,
Kurtis Blow,
Cybotron,
Thee Headcoats,
Technova,
Pierre Henry,
The Skatalites,
The Barracudas,
Archie Shepp,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jesper Dahlback,
Siglo XX,
The Leaves,
Joy Division,
Terrestrial Tones,
The New Christs,
David Bowie,
Fluxion,
Deakin,
Neil Young,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Techniques,
Prince Buster,
Donald Byrd,
Piero Umiliani,
Skriet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alton Ellis,
Amon Düül,
Marmalade,
Arcadia,
Wolf Eyes,
A Certain Ratio,
Amon Düül II,
The Human League,
Magazine,
Black Flag,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang Green,
Matthew Bourne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bob Dylan,
Ornette Coleman,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gap Band,
Nas,
The Offenders,
June Days,
Vladislav Delay,
The Music Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
a-ha,
Model 500,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.