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 El Salvador 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Tremeloes to the grime 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gun Club,
Joe Finger,
E-Dancer,
ABC,
Duran Duran,
Oblivians,
Joyce Sims,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Shoche,
The Fugs,
Essential Logic,
Aaron Thompson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marvin Gaye,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brass Construction,
Reuben Wilson,
Eddi Front,
Magazine,
Royal Trux,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Five Americans,
Soulsonic Force,
ABBA,
Surgeon,
Barbara Tucker,
H. Thieme,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wolf Eyes,
Thompson Twins,
Vainqueur,
Scott Walker,
John Coltrane,
Symarip,
FM Einheit,
The Doobie Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
Nick Fraelich,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Sheep,
Eli Mardock,
Hasil Adkins,
The Associates,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Cale,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Steve Hackett,
Panda Bear,
Camberwell Now,
Model 500,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crash Course in Science,
Harry Pussy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.