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 Tonga and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Holger Czukay 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 Banda Bassotti to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Green,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Warren Ellis,
Q and Not U,
Qualms,
Unwound,
ABBA,
The Litter,
Susan Cadogan,
The Remains,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bad Manners,
Marine Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Drive Like Jehu,
Subhumans,
Glambeats Corp.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Basic Channel,
Dorothy Ashby,
New York Dolls,
Bauhaus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Trojans,
Yazoo,
Brand Nubian,
Metal Thangz,
Wings,
Sarah Menescal,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Last Poets,
The Electric Prunes,
Jawbox,
Boogie Down Productions,
Todd Rundgren,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Residents,
The Red Krayola,
Simply Red,
Marshall Jefferson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joe Finger,
Zero Boys,
Niagra,
Stetsasonic,
The Knickerbockers,
Boredoms,
T.S.O.L.,
Roger Hodgson,
Danielle Patucci,
The Raincoats,
JFA,
Janne Schatter,
Jacob Miller,
The Gories,
The Misunderstood,
Spandau Ballet,
Anakelly,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Blackbyrds,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.