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 Luxembourg and from New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Victims 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Sun City Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
The Red Krayola,
Minor Threat,
Kerri Chandler,
Idris Muhammad,
Terrestrial Tones,
Harpers Bizarre,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
One Last Wish,
Brand Nubian,
Second Layer,
The Associates,
Outsiders,
Tim Buckley,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Moody Blues,
The Human League,
Rakim,
Wally Richardson,
Deakin,
E-Dancer,
The Fugs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Angry Samoans,
Peter and Kerry,
Franke,
Gastr Del Sol,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Blackbyrds,
T. Rex,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dave Gahan,
Ten City,
Joey Negro,
Skarface,
The New Christs,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang Green,
Ituana,
The Stooges,
The Modern Lovers,
Simply Red,
Magazine,
Urselle,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Moby Grape,
Amon Düül,
The Motions,
Soulsonic Force,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kurtis Blow,
D'Angelo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Whodini,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yazoo,
Half Japanese,
Agent Orange,
Goldenarms,
Lou Reed,
Pole,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.