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 Djibouti and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro 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 Howard Jones to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Gang Starr,
Shoche,
Arthur Verocai,
Cluster,
The Dave Clark Five,
Chrome,
Barbara Tucker,
The United States of America,
The Divine Comedy,
June Days,
Q65,
Slave,
the Soft Cell,
The Gladiators,
Wire,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Cale,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
CMW,
Lungfish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eli Mardock,
Byron Stingily,
Cameo,
MC5,
David McCallum,
Yusef Lateef,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare,
Black Pus,
Echospace,
Nas,
Sight & Sound,
The Human League,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Archie Shepp,
Deakin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Fania All-Stars,
Monolake,
Lou Reed,
Freddie Wadling,
the Human League,
Roy Ayers,
Television Personalities,
Ronan,
Dead Boys,
Iggy Pop,
Make Up,
Nick Fraelich,
The Monochrome Set,
Skriet,
Davy DMX,
Nik Kershaw,
Can,
Bronski Beat,
Masters at Work,
John Lydon,
Sam Rivers,
Amon Düül II,
Bang On A Can,
Camberwell Now,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.