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 Bahamas and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Grey Daturas to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Wasted Youth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dave Gahan,
Deadbeat,
Bauhaus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dead Boys,
kango's stein massive,
Khruangbin,
Michelle Simonal,
The Index,
Rufus Thomas,
Pussy Galore,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sight & Sound,
Fluxion,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Mojo Men,
Minny Pops,
Maurizio,
Al Stewart,
Porter Ricks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Red Krayola,
Popol Vuh,
Derrick May,
Byron Stingily,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brothers Johnson,
R.M.O.,
The Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Kinks,
Rekid,
The Techniques,
Sonic Youth,
Aswad,
Harry Pussy,
Crime,
The Leaves,
Liliput,
Outsiders,
Man Parrish,
Marvin Gaye,
Radiohead,
Gang of Four,
Cameo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cluster,
Joensuu 1685,
Angry Samoans,
Thompson Twins,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.