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 Ethiopia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the jazz 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
New Order,
Ossler,
Y Pants,
Soulsonic Force,
Angry Samoans,
Monolake,
Minnie Riperton,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rapeman,
Dead Boys,
Brick,
Deepchord,
The Residents,
Kas Product,
Flipper,
X-101,
Eric Copeland,
The Wake,
Roger Hodgson,
MC5,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Funkadelic,
Drexciya,
Skriet,
Warren Ellis,
Slick Rick,
Hashim,
Patti Smith,
Peter & Gordon,
Circle Jerks,
Al Stewart,
the Sonics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bill Wells,
The Slackers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rekid,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Prince Buster,
Leonard Cohen,
Jawbox,
The Black Dice,
Bootsy Collins,
La Düsseldorf,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Saints,
Dawn Penn,
Supertramp,
Groovy Waters,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Trumans Water,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Victims,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Invisible,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Remains,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.