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 Japan and from Jakarta.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the oboe 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 Neu! to the grunge 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
a-ha,
Wally Richardson,
New York Dolls,
Neu!,
The Happenings,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Susan Cadogan,
The Young Rascals,
Echospace,
The Cowsills,
Scrapy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
This Heat,
The Buckinghams,
Ten City,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Starr,
Sonic Youth,
Sparks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Slits,
The Vogues,
The Grass Roots,
The Shadows of Knight,
Au Pairs,
Quantec,
DJ Sneak,
The Doors,
The Index,
Jeff Lynne,
The Saints,
The Smoke,
The Residents,
Ultra Naté,
Michelle Simonal,
The Monks,
Brand Nubian,
Accadde A,
Tomorrow,
EPMD,
Radiohead,
Letta Mbulu,
Sixth Finger,
Moebius,
Erykah Badu,
The Toasters,
Stetsasonic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Man Parrish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Country Teasers,
The Seeds,
Kerri Chandler,
Arab on Radar,
Altered Images,
Donny Hathaway,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.