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 Ukraine and from Sao Paulo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Aaron Thompson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Bill Near,
Massinfluence,
Shuggie Otis,
AZ,
Blake Baxter,
10cc,
Mission of Burma,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jeff Lynne,
Ronnie Foster,
Nik Kershaw,
Dead Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mandrill,
The Gories,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Christie,
L. Decosne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Darondo,
Siglo XX,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Skatalites,
Carl Craig,
Brass Construction,
Leonard Cohen,
Young Marble Giants,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mark Hollis,
Don Cherry,
Jeff Mills,
the Slits,
Dual Sessions,
Sister Nancy,
Second Layer,
Byron Stingily,
Moby Grape,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Holt,
David Bowie,
The Dirtbombs,
Matthew Halsall,
the Germs,
Arcadia,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Names,
Pere Ubu,
Agent Orange,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Star Department,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Delta 5,
The Kinks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pylon,
The Smoke,
Index,
Neu!,
Soft Cell,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.