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 Lesotho and from Woodstock.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Peter and Kerry to the dance 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
John Cale,
The Mojo Men,
Zero Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Last Poets,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Young Rascals,
The Music Machine,
The Litter,
Average White Band,
Wasted Youth,
Sandy B,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Skatalites,
Minny Pops,
Nation of Ulysses,
Charles Mingus,
Al Stewart,
Spandau Ballet,
Organ,
Kas Product,
Black Moon,
cv313,
the Soft Cell,
This Heat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Leonard Cohen,
Brand Nubian,
Soft Cell,
Donny Hathaway,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric Copeland,
Peter & Gordon,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cramps,
Crime,
Au Pairs,
Cluster,
the Association,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brothers Johnson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Pus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pulsallama,
Jeff Mills,
Barry Ungar,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
KRS-One,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Toni Rubio,
Nick Fraelich,
Stereo Dub,
Warsaw,
Flipper,
Terrestrial Tones,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.