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 Kyrgyzstan 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
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 theremin 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 The Offenders to the crunk 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Quantec,
Fugazi,
Thee Headcoats,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rapeman,
Franke,
The Smoke,
Warren Ellis,
PIL,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stiv Bators,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
June of 44,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Liliput,
Cluster,
Television,
Whodini,
Essential Logic,
Black Flag,
Quadrant,
Soft Cell,
Connie Case,
Fela Kuti,
Sandy B,
Guru Guru,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moby Grape,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Byrd,
The Kinks,
a-ha,
Motorama,
This Heat,
Joey Negro,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soul II Soul,
The Music Machine,
Cybotron,
Ludus,
Matthew Halsall,
The Residents,
The Count Five,
Dark Day,
the Germs,
Arab on Radar,
Rod Modell,
Royal Trux,
The Velvet Underground,
the Human League,
Deepchord,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Moon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ice-T,
Lalann,
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.