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 Malawi and from Manila.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jeff Mills to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Quantec,
Minny Pops,
Slave,
Joy Division,
Visage,
The Cramps,
The Gun Club,
The United States of America,
Ultra Naté,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roxy Music,
Ultimate Spinach,
PIL,
Pylon,
The Skatalites,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang Starr,
Massinfluence,
Al Stewart,
Wasted Youth,
Outsiders,
The Walker Brothers,
These Immortal Souls,
Thompson Twins,
John Cale,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pussy Galore,
Marvin Gaye,
Severed Heads,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wings,
Sonic Youth,
The Seeds,
Barclay James Harvest,
L. Decosne,
Letta Mbulu,
Ludus,
Altered Images,
Bobby Sherman,
Duran Duran,
The Fall,
Mr. Review,
Unwound,
The Toasters,
Mantronix,
The Real Kids,
Oblivians,
Vladislav Delay,
Delta 5,
Tears for Fears,
Max Romeo,
Joe Finger,
Lakeside,
Metal Thangz,
Niagra,
China Crisis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Depeche Mode,
Minor Threat,
Television,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kerri Chandler,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.