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 Nauru and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Deadbeat to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Crooked Eye,
Marine Girls,
The Happenings,
Yaz,
Throbbing Gristle,
Smog,
Zero Boys,
Camberwell Now,
Oblivians,
the Bar-Kays,
Terrestrial Tones,
Thee Headcoats,
OOIOO,
The Barracudas,
Talk Talk,
Gong,
10cc,
The Evens,
Morten Harket,
The Dead C,
E-Dancer,
KRS-One,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eddi Front,
Drive Like Jehu,
Angry Samoans,
The Slackers,
X-Ray Spex,
Fatback Band,
Swell Maps,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Idris Muhammad,
Boz Scaggs,
The Star Department,
Wasted Youth,
The Fire Engines,
Michelle Simonal,
Duran Duran,
Barbara Tucker,
Yusef Lateef,
Stetsasonic,
Crash Course in Science,
This Heat,
Harpers Bizarre,
Negative Approach,
Mad Mike,
Bad Manners,
Loose Ends,
Darondo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minny Pops,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Johnny Clarke,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Sherman,
Lakeside,
Faraquet,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.