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 Tunisia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wire to the crunk 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Groovy Waters,
Gong,
Gang Green,
Tomorrow,
Isaac Hayes,
Stereo Dub,
Mandrill,
Mad Mike,
Royal Trux,
Robert Wyatt,
Pagans,
The Saints,
The Sonics,
Don Cherry,
Talk Talk,
Brass Construction,
Scratch Acid,
Tom Boy,
The Human League,
Smog,
Bauhaus,
Arcadia,
B.T. Express,
Boredoms,
The Slits,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Shoche,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dorothy Ashby,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Con Funk Shun,
Cymande,
These Immortal Souls,
Intrusion,
David McCallum,
Peter & Gordon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soul Sonic Force,
Flamin' Groovies,
Spoonie Gee,
Gichy Dan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soft Cell,
Half Japanese,
The Martian,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alphaville,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Sherman,
The Pretty Things,
Electric Prunes,
The Wake,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ronan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ituana,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bad Manners,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.