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 Costa Rica and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 Smiths to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Magma,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Real Kids,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neu!,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
June of 44,
B.T. Express,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Zeros,
The Gap Band,
Hashim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Groovy Waters,
Angry Samoans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Star Department,
Index,
Scientists,
L. Decosne,
K-Klass,
Soul Sonic Force,
One Last Wish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Avey Tare,
Ultra Naté,
Motorama,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minutemen,
China Crisis,
Pantytec,
Barry Ungar,
James White and The Blacks,
This Heat,
The Standells,
Mad Mike,
Lucky Dragons,
Marmalade,
FM Einheit,
The Invisible,
Slick Rick,
Barbara Tucker,
Gregory Isaacs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camberwell Now,
Charles Mingus,
Liliput,
Aural Exciters,
Rapeman,
Matthew Bourne,
Mo-Dettes,
Susan Cadogan,
Jeff Mills,
Faraquet,
Quando Quango,
MDC,
Black Moon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ralphi Rosario,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.