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 Seychelles and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 Q65 to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Darondo,
Cal Tjader,
Kurtis Blow,
Magma,
The Black Dice,
Sandy B,
Barrington Levy,
The Cramps,
Sam Rivers,
Das Ding,
Duran Duran,
Aswad,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fela Kuti,
Crooked Eye,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Panda Bear,
Stereo Dub,
The Last Poets,
The Fall,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Erasure,
Camouflage,
Jacob Miller,
Sonic Youth,
Marine Girls,
Kas Product,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gladiators,
Hashim,
The Fugs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fuzztones,
Sällskapet,
Wings,
Tres Demented,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Smog,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New Age Steppers,
The Skatalites,
Basic Channel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scratch Acid,
Crime,
The Wake,
Mark Hollis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Juan Atkins,
New York Dolls,
Graham Central Station,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barbara Tucker,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marc Almond,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.