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 Guyana and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Freddie Wadling to the grime 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
PIL,
The Beau Brummels,
Desert Stars,
Terry Callier,
Black Moon,
Pussy Galore,
The Victims,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cameo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Grass Roots,
cv313,
Todd Terry,
The Slackers,
Livin' Joy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aswad,
Motorama,
Thompson Twins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Funkadelic,
Fela Kuti,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roxette,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Standells,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ralphi Rosario,
Smog,
Minny Pops,
Half Japanese,
Marc Almond,
Average White Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Marine Girls,
E-Dancer,
Todd Rundgren,
This Heat,
Absolute Body Control,
Silicon Teens,
the Association,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bill Wells,
X-102,
Essential Logic,
Mark Hollis,
Angry Samoans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Guru Guru,
Tres Demented,
Patti Smith,
Agitation Free,
MC5,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Christie,
The J.B.'s,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.