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 El Salvador and from New York.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 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 X-Ray Spex to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Soft Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Star Department,
Bang On A Can,
Neu!,
Section 25,
New York Dolls,
Scion,
Grey Daturas,
Donald Byrd,
Barbara Tucker,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Duran Duran,
Colin Newman,
Ohio Players,
Khruangbin,
The Knickerbockers,
Fad Gadget,
The Happenings,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
New Age Steppers,
Ornette Coleman,
The Victims,
X-Ray Spex,
MDC,
Infiniti,
Wings,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gories,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Television Personalities,
Jandek,
Liliput,
Jacob Miller,
Camouflage,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bauhaus,
E-Dancer,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Normal,
Neil Young,
Organ,
Livin' Joy,
Swans,
Accadde A,
Negative Approach,
Fela Kuti,
Unrelated Segments,
Glambeats Corp.,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Doors,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Christie,
Fear,
Sex Pistols,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.