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 Liechtenstein and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Piero Umiliani to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Dark Day,
Roger Hodgson,
Prince Buster,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yellowson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Foxx,
The Fuzztones,
Stereo Dub,
Soft Cell,
Eddi Front,
FM Einheit,
The Durutti Column,
Oblivians,
Rufus Thomas,
The Trojans,
Robert Wyatt,
H. Thieme,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sandy B,
Minny Pops,
The Busters,
Bauhaus,
Radio Birdman,
Deepchord,
Whodini,
Gichy Dan,
Sparks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Unwound,
Flipper,
Ultravox,
Hashim,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kurtis Blow,
June Days,
Public Image Ltd.,
Television,
The Gap Band,
Little Man,
Arcadia,
The Litter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Christie,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pantytec,
The Red Krayola,
X-Ray Spex,
AZ,
Unrelated Segments,
Connie Case,
Charles Mingus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soulsonic Force,
The United States of America,
The Vogues,
Bush Tetras,
Derrick Morgan,
L. Decosne,
Freddie Wadling,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.