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 Cuba and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Lindisfarne to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Gang of Four,
Second Layer,
Gang Green,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aaron Thompson,
Joensuu 1685,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scientists,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Leaves,
Mark Hollis,
Neil Young,
The Moody Blues,
DNA,
Subhumans,
The Fuzztones,
Bizarre Inc.,
UT,
AZ,
Magazine,
Colin Newman,
Aural Exciters,
DJ Sneak,
Cluster,
Black Bananas,
Young Marble Giants,
Lindisfarne,
the Bar-Kays,
Robert Hood,
Aswad,
Silicon Teens,
The Dirtbombs,
The New Christs,
The Happenings,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ohio Players,
Spoonie Gee,
Barbara Tucker,
Jeff Lynne,
The Associates,
The Angels of Light,
Kerri Chandler,
The Monks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Echospace,
Metal Thangz,
cv313,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Massinfluence,
Cymande,
Tears for Fears,
Hasil Adkins,
B.T. Express,
Franke,
Warsaw,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.