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 Fiji and from Taipei.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Marmalade,
Anthony Braxton,
cv313,
Wolf Eyes,
Spoonie Gee,
Kenny Larkin,
Mars,
Depeche Mode,
Ultimate Spinach,
Livin' Joy,
Urselle,
Man Parrish,
CMW,
Skaos,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fuzztones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Monochrome Set,
Crispian St. Peters,
Glenn Branca,
Gastr Del Sol,
Curtis Mayfield,
Masters at Work,
New York Dolls,
Make Up,
Aural Exciters,
UT,
Joey Negro,
The Last Poets,
Dead Boys,
Fad Gadget,
The Dead C,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Foxx,
The Barracudas,
Camberwell Now,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Country Teasers,
June Days,
Roxette,
Rakim,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jacques Brel,
The Electric Prunes,
Altered Images,
F. McDonald,
Michelle Simonal,
Organ,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Goldenarms,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sam Rivers,
The Searchers,
the Germs,
Piero Umiliani,
Cymande,
Funky Four + One,
Ponytail,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.