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 Cambodia and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 Radiohead to the dance 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi 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?
Quando Quango,
Skriet,
the Slits,
The Buckinghams,
Rapeman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Raincoats,
The Pretty Things,
Slick Rick,
Dennis Brown,
Johnny Clarke,
The Techniques,
Minnie Riperton,
Albert Ayler,
Depeche Mode,
Flamin' Groovies,
Negative Approach,
Gang Starr,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marc Almond,
Peter & Gordon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crash Course in Science,
Mars,
Average White Band,
Pulsallama,
Kayak,
Supertramp,
The New Christs,
Procol Harum,
The Neon Judgement,
Yaz,
F. McDonald,
Gastr Del Sol,
Vladislav Delay,
OOIOO,
Siglo XX,
Massinfluence,
Derrick Morgan,
B.T. Express,
Pagans,
cv313,
The Leaves,
The Index,
Nico,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Womack,
Bronski Beat,
Q65,
Terrestrial Tones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Sheep,
Lou Christie,
Intrusion,
Slave,
FM Einheit,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Charles Mingus,
MDC,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.