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 Netherlands 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 R.M.O. to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Bill Near,
Alphaville,
Q and Not U,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
New York Dolls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gories,
AZ,
Warsaw,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scion,
Soft Machine,
Don Cherry,
Anthony Braxton,
LL Cool J,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Wake,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Standells,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Albert Ayler,
Intrusion,
Eric Copeland,
Spoonie Gee,
Yusef Lateef,
Arthur Verocai,
Nico,
Juan Atkins,
the Sonics,
Talk Talk,
Flipper,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Iggy Pop,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Judy Mowatt,
Stereo Dub,
The Remains,
World's Most,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
a-ha,
Easy Going,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Max Romeo,
Robert Görl,
Darondo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Interpol,
The Monochrome Set,
UT,
Swell Maps,
The Doors,
The Alarm Clocks,
Porter Ricks,
Pantaleimon,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.