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 Kyrgyzstan and from Manchester.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Prince Buster to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kas Product,
Joy Division,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quadrant,
Lungfish,
Bang On A Can,
The Litter,
Radio Birdman,
R.M.O.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Man Eating Sloth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scientists,
Interpol,
cv313,
Scott Walker,
The Pretty Things,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Sherman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Darondo,
Althea and Donna,
Tommy Roe,
Jerry's Kids,
Duran Duran,
Minor Threat,
Neil Young,
Scratch Acid,
the Association,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bill Wells,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Real Kids,
Terry Callier,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Martian,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alison Limerick,
Altered Images,
kango's stein massive,
Camberwell Now,
Lakeside,
Heaven 17,
Aaron Thompson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sarah Menescal,
Zero Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stereo Dub,
Fear,
Iggy Pop,
Tres Demented,
The Raincoats,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cameo,
FM Einheit,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
A Certain Ratio,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.