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 San Marino and from Columbus.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 Neil Young to the techno 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Pierre Henry,
Bang On A Can,
The Count Five,
Aswad,
The Walker Brothers,
Delta 5,
Absolute Body Control,
Tom Boy,
Unrelated Segments,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Slackers,
Second Layer,
Yazoo,
Basic Channel,
Minnie Riperton,
Michelle Simonal,
Eurythmics,
Susan Cadogan,
Fad Gadget,
Scratch Acid,
Minny Pops,
Agent Orange,
The Black Dice,
Alphaville,
The Offenders,
Tubeway Army,
Harpers Bizarre,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül II,
Bush Tetras,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Grass Roots,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eric Dolphy,
Steve Hackett,
The Moleskins,
Albert Ayler,
Loose Ends,
Magma,
The Real Kids,
Soulsonic Force,
DJ Sneak,
Kevin Saunderson,
These Immortal Souls,
ABBA,
Kas Product,
Section 25,
Maurizio,
Heaven 17,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aural Exciters,
Derrick Morgan,
Crooked Eye,
The Blackbyrds,
James White and The Blacks,
Mr. Review,
Erasure,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DNA,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.