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 Bangladesh and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 John Holt to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Doors,
Liliput,
Simply Red,
Clear Light,
the Germs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Womack,
Nirvana,
Darondo,
The Pretty Things,
Bizarre Inc.,
Neu!,
The Busters,
Barry Ungar,
Brick,
Heaven 17,
Ronan,
Henry Cow,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scan 7,
Letta Mbulu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Youth Brigade,
Gang Starr,
Flash Fearless,
The Seeds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Carl Craig,
Warsaw,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tres Demented,
Accadde A,
Bad Manners,
Ituana,
Piero Umiliani,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arthur Verocai,
Juan Atkins,
Underground Resistance,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lindisfarne,
Laurel Aitken,
Saccharine Trust,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arcadia,
Oblivians,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fluxion,
Hasil Adkins,
The Beau Brummels,
Maleditus Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brass Construction,
Skriet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Skaos,
The Star Department,
Royal Trux,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.