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 Mozambique and from Halifax.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Henry Cow to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
David McCallum,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Neu!,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Flipper,
Sonny Sharrock,
Freddie Wadling,
Maurizio,
Adolescents,
Youth Brigade,
Surgeon,
Marshall Jefferson,
X-102,
Black Pus,
John Foxx,
Thompson Twins,
Excepter,
Susan Cadogan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Quantec,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bluetip,
Faust,
Slave,
a-ha,
Beasts of Bourbon,
LL Cool J,
Rites of Spring,
the Sonics,
Colin Newman,
Thee Headcoats,
Mo-Dettes,
Bill Near,
Skriet,
Urselle,
Delta 5,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Litter,
U.S. Maple,
Eurythmics,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Matthew Bourne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marine Girls,
Wire,
Roxette,
Tommy Roe,
Trumans Water,
Pere Ubu,
The Black Dice,
Spoonie Gee,
The Real Kids,
The Selecter,
the Germs,
The Velvet Underground,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.