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 Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Funky Four + One to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Eve St. Jones,
Stereo Dub,
Chris Corsano,
Spandau Ballet,
The Doors,
Crooked Eye,
Flipper,
a-ha,
FM Einheit,
The Cramps,
Joensuu 1685,
Aswad,
Nils Olav,
OOIOO,
Organ,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deakin,
Dead Boys,
Livin' Joy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roxy Music,
kango's stein massive,
Japan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lee Hazlewood,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Dead C,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gil Scott Heron,
Freddie Wadling,
Panda Bear,
Marc Almond,
John Holt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Schoolly D,
The Residents,
Yazoo,
Technova,
The Star Department,
Franke,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Pus,
Unwound,
Reuben Wilson,
Popol Vuh,
Accadde A,
Junior Murvin,
Animal Collective,
The Black Dice,
Eden Ahbez,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Colin Newman,
David Bowie,
Dave Gahan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Swell Maps,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moby Grape,
Mandrill,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.