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 Algeria and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Rekid to the techno 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Robert Wyatt,
Alice Coltrane,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Urselle,
Saccharine Trust,
Donald Byrd,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mo-Dettes,
Bush Tetras,
Lyres,
Bauhaus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Q65,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
JFA,
Blake Baxter,
The Velvet Underground,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ronnie Foster,
Erasure,
Bobby Byrd,
Hashim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Interpol,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Searchers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tears for Fears,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scott Walker,
The Black Dice,
The Dead C,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Unrelated Segments,
Stetsasonic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Carl Craig,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Johnny Clarke,
Tommy Roe,
The Smoke,
Fatback Band,
Excepter,
Lower 48,
The New Christs,
Theoretical Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
Popol Vuh,
Cameo,
Ponytail,
Tomorrow,
Sun City Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Malaria!,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.