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 El Salvador and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Loose Ends to the techno 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Cybotron,
Delta 5,
Neil Young,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
James White and The Blacks,
ABBA,
The Neon Judgement,
The Detroit Cobras,
Television,
Brick,
Joensuu 1685,
Brand Nubian,
Yellowson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dave Gahan,
Groovy Waters,
Smog,
Panda Bear,
48th St. Collective,
Girls At Our Best!,
Steve Hackett,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Associates,
The Dirtbombs,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alison Limerick,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Porter Ricks,
Q65,
Terry Callier,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Echospace,
The Sound,
Al Stewart,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wally Richardson,
Dark Day,
Pantaleimon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
Index,
Bauhaus,
The Cowsills,
Mandrill,
Reuben Wilson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Juan Atkins,
Mark Hollis,
Procol Harum,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nik Kershaw,
Roxette,
Ohio Players,
Boz Scaggs,
Peter & Gordon,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.