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 Australia and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Lou Reed 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Circle Jerks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Terry Callier,
X-101,
Mandrill,
The Moleskins,
Alison Limerick,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Toni Rubio,
Fluxion,
CMW,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Organ,
Q65,
New York Dolls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Agent Orange,
Malaria!,
Bill Near,
Maurizio,
Electric Prunes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Anakelly,
Avey Tare,
Y Pants,
Cluster,
Loose Ends,
Porter Ricks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marc Almond,
Camouflage,
The Barracudas,
Grey Daturas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Sheep,
Mark Hollis,
Sonic Youth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hoover,
Wasted Youth,
Gang Green,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Selecter,
New Age Steppers,
Carl Craig,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bauhaus,
Agitation Free,
DJ Style,
Mission of Burma,
Banda Bassotti,
Dorothy Ashby,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roy Ayers,
Fatback Band,
Aural Exciters,
Minor Threat,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.