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 Samoa and from Milan.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 John Holt 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
The Mojo Men,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kerri Chandler,
Aaron Thompson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Piero Umiliani,
Rakim,
Public Enemy,
The Kinks,
Cal Tjader,
Jeff Lynne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soul II Soul,
Kayak,
Prince Buster,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Human League,
Barry Ungar,
Rekid,
Bush Tetras,
The Electric Prunes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Henry Cow,
Buzzcocks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Harpers Bizarre,
Negative Approach,
The Moleskins,
Mad Mike,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marc Almond,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sällskapet,
The Slackers,
Toni Rubio,
Amazonics,
Dead Boys,
Graham Central Station,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soft Machine,
Quadrant,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Outsiders,
The Zeros,
The J.B.'s,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thompson Twins,
Sparks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
F. McDonald,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kas Product,
Delta 5,
Unwound,
Guru Guru,
Derrick May,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.