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 Turkey and from London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro 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 The Names to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
The Leaves,
Oneida,
Nik Kershaw,
Vladislav Delay,
Hot Snakes,
Matthew Halsall,
Tim Buckley,
The Fortunes,
Agitation Free,
Erykah Badu,
Arcadia,
Aloha Tigers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sonic Youth,
Crash Course in Science,
The Barracudas,
the Human League,
Alphaville,
The Doors,
Mission of Burma,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun Ra,
Arab on Radar,
Hoover,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-101,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Offenders,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Lydon,
Sixth Finger,
Thompson Twins,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Golliwogs,
Joy Division,
John Cale,
The Buckinghams,
The Durutti Column,
Minutemen,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roger Hodgson,
Albert Ayler,
Kerri Chandler,
Q and Not U,
Connie Case,
Neil Young,
Deepchord,
Leonard Cohen,
Supertramp,
Q65,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Tremeloes,
The New Christs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Faraquet,
Yazoo,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.