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 Albania and from Hong Kong.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Eddi Front to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sonics,
Interpol,
Neu!,
Roger Hodgson,
The Knickerbockers,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mary Jane Girls,
New Order,
Loose Ends,
The Blackbyrds,
AZ,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mojo Men,
Robert Görl,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ornette Coleman,
Skaos,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pere Ubu,
Reagan Youth,
Deepchord,
Freddie Wadling,
Toni Rubio,
Liliput,
The Monochrome Set,
Absolute Body Control,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yaz,
Theoretical Girls,
X-101,
Flash Fearless,
Josef K,
Donald Byrd,
Ultravox,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Radiohead,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Golliwogs,
The Martian,
Sugar Minott,
China Crisis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Radiopuhelimet,
Juan Atkins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roy Ayers,
Saccharine Trust,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minutemen,
Camberwell Now,
The Gap Band,
The Misunderstood,
Derrick Morgan,
Skriet,
Arcadia,
The J.B.'s,
FM Einheit,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.