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 Philippines and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 The Kinks to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Subhumans,
Cameo,
The Fire Engines,
Youth Brigade,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
10cc,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rakim,
John Holt,
Tom Boy,
Brick,
These Immortal Souls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Second Layer,
Bill Near,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Steve Hackett,
Smog,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Banda Bassotti,
Royal Trux,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cal Tjader,
Suburban Knight,
Easy Going,
Monolake,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Evens,
Junior Murvin,
Arcadia,
Outsiders,
Laurel Aitken,
Swans,
Donald Byrd,
the Soft Cell,
The Pop Group,
Lee Hazlewood,
MDC,
the Association,
Sun City Girls,
Howard Jones,
Delta 5,
Supertramp,
Bush Tetras,
Electric Prunes,
Aaron Thompson,
Lalann,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Johnny Clarke,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Isaac Hayes,
Mad Mike,
Loose Ends,
Parry Music,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.