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 Azerbaijan and from Portland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Black Flag to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Johnny Osbourne,
The New Christs,
Lou Reed,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sällskapet,
Monks,
Dawn Penn,
Deadbeat,
Lebanon Hanover,
Andrew Hill,
Rod Modell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eddi Front,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Byron Stingily,
John Lydon,
The Cure,
Organ,
The Associates,
Cluster,
Camberwell Now,
The Vogues,
The Last Poets,
Minutemen,
Youth Brigade,
Ituana,
Kaleidoscope,
Sexual Harrassment,
Average White Band,
Lindisfarne,
Cybotron,
Crooked Eye,
Blossom Toes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Arthur Verocai,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yellowson,
Nas,
Sparks,
Tom Boy,
Wire,
The Electric Prunes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Prince Buster,
The Angels of Light,
Gabor Szabo,
Archie Shepp,
Crispian St. Peters,
New Age Steppers,
Donny Hathaway,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Quando Quango,
Don Cherry,
Chris & Cosey,
the Soft Cell,
DJ Sneak,
The Happenings,
F. McDonald,
Carl Craig,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.