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 Indonesia and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Pop Group to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Visage,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Y Pants,
Royal Trux,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Victims,
Barclay James Harvest,
Skarface,
Thompson Twins,
The Cure,
Babytalk,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Quando Quango,
Q65,
The Moleskins,
Lalann,
Main Source,
Lee Hazlewood,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Sherman,
Bronski Beat,
Nico,
Barbara Tucker,
Lakeside,
Byron Stingily,
Technova,
Amon Düül II,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Misunderstood,
KRS-One,
Boz Scaggs,
Theoretical Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Clear Light,
The Dead C,
Procol Harum,
The Residents,
Funky Four + One,
Sällskapet,
Porter Ricks,
The Modern Lovers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Con Funk Shun,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Monks,
Slick Rick,
Symarip,
DNA,
David Axelrod,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Slits,
Nils Olav,
The Busters,
The Knickerbockers,
Depeche Mode,
Khruangbin,
Barrington Levy,
Can,
Bobby Byrd,
Nas,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.