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 Tanzania and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes 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 Althea and Donna to the electroclash 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sandy B,
Nico,
Aswad,
Prince Buster,
Basic Channel,
Surgeon,
the Normal,
the Association,
Stetsasonic,
The Offenders,
JFA,
Funkadelic,
The Fire Engines,
The Busters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Echospace,
The Pop Group,
Crash Course in Science,
Average White Band,
Bang On A Can,
Khruangbin,
Mo-Dettes,
Los Fastidios,
the Swans,
Kaleidoscope,
The Happenings,
Panda Bear,
Television,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Popol Vuh,
Tubeway Army,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Sherman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lucky Dragons,
Marine Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
The Searchers,
Con Funk Shun,
Dave Gahan,
Skarface,
Ponytail,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Tremeloes,
The Gun Club,
Matthew Halsall,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Buzzcocks,
Japan,
Eddi Front,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soul Sonic Force,
Peter & Gordon,
Charles Mingus,
Alton Ellis,
Sällskapet,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Selecter,
Jawbox,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.