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 Mali and from Lyon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
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 Donald Fagen 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 Barracudas to the crunk 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Brass Construction,
The Sonics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Althea and Donna,
Dennis Brown,
Severed Heads,
Jacob Miller,
This Heat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Organ,
Wings,
The Birthday Party,
The Pretty Things,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gladiators,
The Dirtbombs,
The Happenings,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Womack,
Interpol,
Duran Duran,
June of 44,
Warsaw,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Smog,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Loose Ends,
Scratch Acid,
Blossom Toes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Al Stewart,
Quando Quango,
Peter and Kerry,
Depeche Mode,
Patti Smith,
Nils Olav,
Leonard Cohen,
Skarface,
Jacques Brel,
Ponytail,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Standells,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Buzzcocks,
Unrelated Segments,
Y Pants,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Germs,
Morten Harket,
Rekid,
FM Einheit,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Silicon Teens,
the Swans,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.