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 Honduras and from Manila.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 The Red Krayola to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
The United States of America,
The Pop Group,
Lebanon Hanover,
Thompson Twins,
Scion,
New Age Steppers,
Whodini,
Drexciya,
Television Personalities,
Moss Icon,
The Smoke,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sparks,
Pole,
The Gun Club,
Brass Construction,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Metal Thangz,
KRS-One,
Aloha Tigers,
Dark Day,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Model 500,
Jeff Lynne,
Morten Harket,
UT,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DJ Style,
Max Romeo,
Skriet,
Ronan,
Tommy Roe,
Radio Birdman,
Magma,
Section 25,
Neu!,
Radiopuhelimet,
Easy Going,
ABBA,
Delta 5,
Simply Red,
Toni Rubio,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alton Ellis,
Andrew Hill,
Pet Shop Boys,
Surgeon,
48th St. Collective,
Visage,
Agent Orange,
Iggy Pop,
Ultra Naté,
the Slits,
Clear Light,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Evens,
The J.B.'s,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.