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 Mongolia 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pet Shop Boys to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Audionom,
Suburban Knight,
Dennis Brown,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pussy Galore,
Public Enemy,
Andrew Hill,
Ronan,
Joey Negro,
Quando Quango,
Aswad,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sonny Sharrock,
Can,
Sight & Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Neu!,
Dark Day,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeff Mills,
Wasted Youth,
Nick Fraelich,
Mars,
Qualms,
Bauhaus,
Eve St. Jones,
The Residents,
The Five Americans,
Skriet,
48th St. Collective,
The Moody Blues,
Tubeway Army,
Freddie Wadling,
E-Dancer,
Drexciya,
Alton Ellis,
The Trojans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
New Age Steppers,
The Happenings,
June Days,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Youth Brigade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Prince Buster,
Erykah Badu,
The Stooges,
Traffic Nightmare,
The American Breed,
Country Teasers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Y Pants,
Quadrant,
Donald Byrd,
Judy Mowatt,
Scott Walker,
Lindisfarne,
The Young Rascals,
Black Bananas,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.