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 Dominica and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 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 Jerry's Kids to the crunk 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 Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gories,
cv313,
Michelle Simonal,
EPMD,
Deadbeat,
The Leaves,
Make Up,
Godley & Creme,
D'Angelo,
Rod Modell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Country Teasers,
Soft Cell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jandek,
The Golliwogs,
Lucky Dragons,
Banda Bassotti,
Freddie Wadling,
Negative Approach,
Radio Birdman,
Arcadia,
Stereo Dub,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Essential Logic,
The Slits,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New York Dolls,
Chris & Cosey,
Guru Guru,
Jawbox,
The Last Poets,
Laurel Aitken,
The Tremeloes,
Sandy B,
Technova,
X-Ray Spex,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Five Americans,
the Association,
The Birthday Party,
Oblivians,
Masters at Work,
Arab on Radar,
Bush Tetras,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hasil Adkins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bluetip,
John Coltrane,
Tommy Roe,
Sixth Finger,
Robert Hood,
Isaac Hayes,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.