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 Palau and from Cairo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Captain Beefheart 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 John Foxx to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Pagans,
H. Thieme,
Schoolly D,
The Fortunes,
Rekid,
Grandmaster Flash,
Y Pants,
Oneida,
Scientists,
Quadrant,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
E-Dancer,
Erasure,
This Heat,
Metal Thangz,
Donald Byrd,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Easy Going,
Angry Samoans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sugar Minott,
Masters at Work,
Curtis Mayfield,
Robert Wyatt,
The Sonics,
KRS-One,
Grey Daturas,
Agent Orange,
D'Angelo,
Black Moon,
Outsiders,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mandrill,
The J.B.'s,
Lyres,
Gang Green,
Urselle,
Howard Jones,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Patti Smith,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Techniques,
Arthur Verocai,
Main Source,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ludus,
The Electric Prunes,
Depeche Mode,
Mr. Review,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
China Crisis,
Godley & Creme,
Loose Ends,
Yellowson,
Idris Muhammad,
The Moleskins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
World's Most,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.