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 Mongolia and from Woodstock.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Michael McDonald 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 Fatback Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Slave,
Country Teasers,
Stetsasonic,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Offenders,
Marvin Gaye,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Foxx,
Nico,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minor Threat,
Sällskapet,
Wings,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
a-ha,
Audionom,
the Fania All-Stars,
Juan Atkins,
Khruangbin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barrington Levy,
Nirvana,
Archie Shepp,
Dawn Penn,
Intrusion,
Ohio Players,
Agitation Free,
48th St. Collective,
The Golliwogs,
Arthur Verocai,
The Litter,
Cybotron,
Peter and Kerry,
The Zeros,
These Immortal Souls,
Tubeway Army,
Jeff Mills,
K-Klass,
The Durutti Column,
The Buckinghams,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gladiators,
Buzzcocks,
Hashim,
Alphaville,
The J.B.'s,
Fear,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nas,
Fluxion,
MC5,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gories,
Jandek,
Junior Murvin,
T. Rex,
Moby Grape,
Black Bananas,
Brothers Johnson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.