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 Guinea and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bluetip to the electroclash 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Nico,
Soul II Soul,
Bootsy Collins,
World's Most,
Depeche Mode,
Outsiders,
The American Breed,
Eve St. Jones,
Lucky Dragons,
Goldenarms,
Rufus Thomas,
The Mojo Men,
H. Thieme,
Das Ding,
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Association,
Alice Coltrane,
Tres Demented,
Maleditus Sound,
Toni Rubio,
Joyce Sims,
Ultravox,
Eurythmics,
Jeff Lynne,
The Selecter,
Cal Tjader,
The Monochrome Set,
the Swans,
Tommy Roe,
Bill Near,
Anakelly,
Main Source,
Minutemen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Junior Murvin,
Gang Starr,
DJ Sneak,
Hoover,
Albert Ayler,
John Foxx,
Prince Buster,
Faraquet,
U.S. Maple,
Joensuu 1685,
Chris & Cosey,
Scratch Acid,
Von Mondo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rod Modell,
Smog,
Unrelated Segments,
Subhumans,
The Count Five,
Flipper,
Davy DMX,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cecil Taylor,
The Modern Lovers,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.