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 St Lucia and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gang of Four to the techno 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
These Immortal Souls,
The Trojans,
Smog,
The Angels of Light,
B.T. Express,
Public Image Ltd.,
Albert Ayler,
Ultra Naté,
Althea and Donna,
The Fuzztones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Laurel Aitken,
Aaron Thompson,
Scratch Acid,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barbara Tucker,
The Seeds,
Model 500,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Livin' Joy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Talk Talk,
Sonic Youth,
DJ Style,
Wings,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Television Personalities,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Selecter,
Country Teasers,
Bad Manners,
the Bar-Kays,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Standells,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Wyatt,
Derrick May,
Darondo,
The Velvet Underground,
Glenn Branca,
Arcadia,
Chris Corsano,
Tomorrow,
The New Christs,
John Holt,
Japan,
Interpol,
Bobby Womack,
Gong,
Swans,
Sandy B,
Half Japanese,
The Stooges,
Khruangbin,
Black Pus,
Colin Newman,
Dead Boys,
Flipper,
Tommy Roe,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.