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 Salvador.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Standells to the jazz 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
F. McDonald,
Rapeman,
The Last Poets,
Rod Modell,
Fugazi,
Josef K,
Minor Threat,
Donald Byrd,
Livin' Joy,
Talk Talk,
Cluster,
Grey Daturas,
Mark Hollis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
One Last Wish,
The United States of America,
This Heat,
Fad Gadget,
Sandy B,
Average White Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Sherman,
The Raincoats,
E-Dancer,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Anthony Braxton,
Thompson Twins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fluxion,
Khruangbin,
Kerri Chandler,
John Cale,
the Slits,
LL Cool J,
Metal Thangz,
Heaven 17,
Glenn Branca,
Marine Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Swell Maps,
Nik Kershaw,
The Moleskins,
Roxette,
Black Flag,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Bananas,
The Index,
Lee Hazlewood,
Inner City,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang Green,
Yazoo,
Bobby Byrd,
48th St. Collective,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roy Ayers,
Sister Nancy,
Susan Cadogan,
Freddie Wadling,
Silicon Teens,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.