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 Macedonia and from Lyon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 Newcleus to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Neil Young,
Rosa Yemen,
Mission of Burma,
Warsaw,
Leonard Cohen,
Sister Nancy,
Sixth Finger,
Faust,
Kaleidoscope,
Alison Limerick,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eric Copeland,
Aswad,
Skriet,
Bill Near,
Unwound,
The Martian,
The Five Americans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
KRS-One,
Rekid,
The Gladiators,
Girls At Our Best!,
Iggy Pop,
Symarip,
Matthew Bourne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Country Teasers,
Terry Callier,
Soft Machine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Saints,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fela Kuti,
Infiniti,
Q65,
Silicon Teens,
Rhythm & Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Unrelated Segments,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eve St. Jones,
Gabor Szabo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Matthew Halsall,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lindisfarne,
Deepchord,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Urselle,
UT,
These Immortal Souls,
Gong,
FM Einheit,
Deakin,
Lucky Dragons,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.