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 Seychelles 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Scratch Acid to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Simply Red,
Monks,
Archie Shepp,
The Beau Brummels,
Vainqueur,
Eric Dolphy,
the Association,
The Searchers,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Hood,
Pussy Galore,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Juan Atkins,
Joensuu 1685,
The Saints,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chrome,
Arcadia,
Mandrill,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Dead C,
Eddi Front,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sight & Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
Fela Kuti,
UT,
K-Klass,
Minutemen,
Scion,
Idris Muhammad,
Delta 5,
Yellowson,
The Blackbyrds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Malaria!,
The Evens,
Gang Green,
Rod Modell,
F. McDonald,
Slick Rick,
Joy Division,
Colin Newman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brand Nubian,
The Golliwogs,
Ludus,
Yaz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Victims,
Banda Bassotti,
Blake Baxter,
New York Dolls,
Cheater Slicks,
Massinfluence,
Ultra Naté,
Pantytec,
The Pop Group,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.