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 Kenya and from Seoul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jeff Mills to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scrapy,
Marvin Gaye,
E-Dancer,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Moby Grape,
Tubeway Army,
Maleditus Sound,
Bronski Beat,
ABBA,
Robert Hood,
Youth Brigade,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang Green,
Black Moon,
Wasted Youth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jacob Miller,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bizarre Inc.,
Essential Logic,
Amon Düül,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Basic Channel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lee Hazlewood,
H. Thieme,
Scott Walker,
Minutemen,
the Germs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soft Machine,
Roy Ayers,
Sister Nancy,
the Soft Cell,
Mantronix,
Lucky Dragons,
Minor Threat,
Adolescents,
Suburban Knight,
Bluetip,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Saints,
The Last Poets,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mars,
Das Ding,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Golliwogs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Animal Collective,
Terry Callier,
The Blackbyrds,
The Evens,
Sandy B,
Eurythmics,
The Monochrome Set,
Bush Tetras,
The Walker Brothers,
Harmonia,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.