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 Liechtenstein and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 E-Dancer to the rock 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Eddi Front,
Derrick Morgan,
Roy Ayers,
A Certain Ratio,
Eric Copeland,
The Searchers,
Depeche Mode,
Accadde A,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Slave,
Cluster,
Inner City,
Mars,
Qualms,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
Khruangbin,
Wire,
Chrome,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sugar Minott,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cheater Slicks,
Andrew Hill,
Bob Dylan,
the Germs,
Make Up,
Babytalk,
Soulsonic Force,
Ituana,
Kayak,
Mission of Burma,
Visage,
The Cramps,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Talk Talk,
Barry Ungar,
The Kinks,
Marc Almond,
Scrapy,
Judy Mowatt,
Slick Rick,
Public Enemy,
Sound Behaviour,
Tim Buckley,
Don Cherry,
The Barracudas,
The Skatalites,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Busters,
Procol Harum,
Eurythmics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Moebius,
DNA,
Iggy Pop,
Soul Sonic Force,
Niagra,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.