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 Guatemala and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Hardrive to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Von Mondo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Buckinghams,
Harmonia,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hoover,
Neil Young,
T.S.O.L.,
Vainqueur,
Fear,
Supertramp,
Barclay James Harvest,
Severed Heads,
Vladislav Delay,
Wire,
Young Marble Giants,
Guru Guru,
OOIOO,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Knickerbockers,
The Pretty Things,
Joey Negro,
Deepchord,
The Trojans,
The Cramps,
Crash Course in Science,
Basic Channel,
Adolescents,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roxette,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stiv Bators,
Gang of Four,
Tears for Fears,
Sixth Finger,
Altered Images,
Dual Sessions,
The Birthday Party,
Clear Light,
Barrington Levy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scrapy,
Reuben Wilson,
Freddie Wadling,
Subhumans,
Das Ding,
The Golliwogs,
The Evens,
Eli Mardock,
Desert Stars,
Dennis Brown,
Pulsallama,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Moleskins,
Heaven 17,
Don Cherry,
Brothers Johnson,
Groovy Waters,
Pussy Galore,
Animal Collective,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.