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 Bhutan and from Toronto.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cure to the electroclash 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
The Black Dice,
Buzzcocks,
Charles Mingus,
Howard Jones,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Animal Collective,
Henry Cow,
The Techniques,
Swell Maps,
the Human League,
Bobby Womack,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Pop Group,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Skriet,
The Busters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fatback Band,
Black Bananas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Unrelated Segments,
Toni Rubio,
Yaz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Thee Headcoats,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter & Gordon,
The Index,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Sherman,
The Wake,
Kenny Larkin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Buckinghams,
the Association,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ponytail,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Letta Mbulu,
The Golliwogs,
X-Ray Spex,
Stetsasonic,
Bob Dylan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sällskapet,
Archie Shepp,
Zapp,
The Victims,
Severed Heads,
Shoche,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Intrusion,
Morten Harket,
Idris Muhammad,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.