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 Uganda and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet 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 Groovy Waters to the grime 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Howard Jones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Zapp,
Peter and Kerry,
John Foxx,
Lalann,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Chris & Cosey,
Lightning Bolt,
Spandau Ballet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Con Funk Shun,
Aloha Tigers,
La Düsseldorf,
The Star Department,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Swans,
MDC,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultravox,
Vainqueur,
The Buckinghams,
The Five Americans,
Altered Images,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pulsallama,
Fugazi,
Ice-T,
Susan Cadogan,
Ituana,
Section 25,
The Doobie Brothers,
Inner City,
The Techniques,
K-Klass,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Anthony Braxton,
The Trojans,
A Certain Ratio,
James White and The Blacks,
Little Man,
Scratch Acid,
Severed Heads,
Brothers Johnson,
Scan 7,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Dead C,
Wings,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bad Manners,
Jawbox,
New Order,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Walker Brothers,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.