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 Bhutan and from Toronto.
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 Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 David Bowie 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 Archie Shepp to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Adolescents,
Cybotron,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Pop Group,
Thee Headcoats,
Laurel Aitken,
The Grass Roots,
Massinfluence,
Connie Case,
The Modern Lovers,
The Searchers,
The Wake,
Freddie Wadling,
Camouflage,
the Swans,
Newcleus,
10cc,
The Saints,
The Fire Engines,
Rod Modell,
Average White Band,
The Tremeloes,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Blake Baxter,
Donny Hathaway,
CMW,
Glenn Branca,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harmonia,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amazonics,
The Techniques,
L. Decosne,
Barbara Tucker,
Liliput,
Ultra Naté,
Talk Talk,
Dennis Brown,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wasted Youth,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Cale,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Black Dice,
The Human League,
UT,
The Monochrome Set,
Rakim,
Porter Ricks,
Ornette Coleman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Section 25,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Holt,
Zero Boys,
The Vogues,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Arab on Radar,
The Remains,
Crooked Eye,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.