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 Switzerland and from Bremen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
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 David Bowie 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Skaos,
Jacob Miller,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gregory Isaacs,
The J.B.'s,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bluetip,
Whodini,
D'Angelo,
Cluster,
The Moleskins,
Hashim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Arab on Radar,
Kerri Chandler,
Max Romeo,
the Bar-Kays,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fela Kuti,
Essential Logic,
Dead Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aural Exciters,
DJ Style,
The Associates,
Circle Jerks,
Ten City,
Yaz,
Terry Callier,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Godley & Creme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Human League,
Main Source,
the Soft Cell,
Negative Approach,
Dual Sessions,
New Age Steppers,
Inner City,
Radiohead,
The Stooges,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ice-T,
Delta 5,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camberwell Now,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Davy DMX,
Quadrant,
Chris & Cosey,
MC5,
Dark Day,
Harry Pussy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Frankie Knuckles,
David McCallum,
Chris Corsano,
Ultra Naté,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nas,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.