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 Chile and from Madrid.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord 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 James White and The Blacks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Searchers,
Bobby Sherman,
The Modern Lovers,
Hoover,
The Angels of Light,
Procol Harum,
Lungfish,
Scratch Acid,
Qualms,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Busters,
Godley & Creme,
Massinfluence,
The Toasters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rekid,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jesper Dahlback,
Von Mondo,
Goldenarms,
Nirvana,
La Düsseldorf,
Terrestrial Tones,
Blancmange,
Brothers Johnson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Red Krayola,
Amon Düül,
Pagans,
The Beau Brummels,
Gichy Dan,
John Lydon,
Derrick Morgan,
Junior Murvin,
T.S.O.L.,
Traffic Nightmare,
This Heat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
L. Decosne,
Siglo XX,
the Association,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Last Poets,
Can,
MC5,
Howard Jones,
The Slits,
Barrington Levy,
Newcleus,
Spandau Ballet,
Nik Kershaw,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aaron Thompson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marshall Jefferson,
10cc,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Unwound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.