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 Cyprus and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Iggy Pop to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
The Techniques,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Index,
Rosa Yemen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yazoo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Oneida,
Pole,
Lee Hazlewood,
DJ Style,
Pantytec,
Motorama,
Cameo,
Outsiders,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Peter & Gordon,
Radiohead,
Steve Hackett,
10cc,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Beau Brummels,
James White and The Blacks,
Monks,
The Happenings,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Foxx,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gladiators,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Country Teasers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeff Lynne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Audionom,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Chrome,
The Victims,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Talk Talk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hardrive,
Soul II Soul,
Swans,
Erykah Badu,
New Age Steppers,
Animal Collective,
Make Up,
The Dead C,
Pere Ubu,
Spoonie Gee,
Mark Hollis,
The Kinks,
The Real Kids,
Wolf Eyes,
Index,
Robert Wyatt,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.