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 Georgia 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Altered Images,
Parry Music,
Pantaleimon,
Goldenarms,
Rakim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Harmonia,
B.T. Express,
Wasted Youth,
Qualms,
the Sonics,
Babytalk,
Dawn Penn,
Siglo XX,
PIL,
Terry Callier,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Dave Clark Five,
Thompson Twins,
Arthur Verocai,
Sight & Sound,
Funky Four + One,
Barbara Tucker,
Index,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
World's Most,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Flash Fearless,
Desert Stars,
Kayak,
Joy Division,
The Star Department,
The United States of America,
Bush Tetras,
Lalo Schifrin,
Todd Rundgren,
Eden Ahbez,
K-Klass,
The Blues Magoos,
Tropical Tobacco,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jacob Miller,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Residents,
ABBA,
The Evens,
Nick Fraelich,
Soft Machine,
Ludus,
Guru Guru,
Hoover,
Carl Craig,
Eli Mardock,
Liliput,
Swell Maps,
JFA,
Camberwell Now,
The Red Krayola,
The Victims,
ABC,
Soulsonic Force,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.