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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Mumbai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tubeway Army,
Agitation Free,
Cal Tjader,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Five Americans,
JFA,
The Tremeloes,
Lower 48,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dark Day,
Pulsallama,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Radiopuhelimet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Skatalites,
Kerri Chandler,
Gastr Del Sol,
Royal Trux,
the Normal,
Throbbing Gristle,
Monks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Maleditus Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
Smog,
Agent Orange,
Outsiders,
Althea and Donna,
Neu!,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roy Ayers,
H. Thieme,
Goldenarms,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Litter,
Peter & Gordon,
Wire,
Index,
Fad Gadget,
The Offenders,
Marcia Griffiths,
June of 44,
Soulsonic Force,
The Victims,
Jawbox,
Gang Green,
Television,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Colin Newman,
Half Japanese,
The Slackers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sound Behaviour,
The Standells,
Ituana,
The New Christs,
Mandrill,
Eve St. Jones,
Neil Young,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.