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 Philippines and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Donald Fagen 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the techno 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Kerri Chandler,
Gichy Dan,
Ten City,
Fatback Band,
The Martian,
the Swans,
Technova,
X-101,
The J.B.'s,
Ken Boothe,
The Blackbyrds,
Todd Rundgren,
Au Pairs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pet Shop Boys,
Urselle,
Fad Gadget,
Camberwell Now,
Stiv Bators,
Mary Jane Girls,
Franke,
Tomorrow,
Joensuu 1685,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
MC5,
Qualms,
Bill Near,
Kas Product,
Rites of Spring,
Agent Orange,
X-102,
JFA,
Soulsonic Force,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Invisible,
Smog,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mandrill,
The Count Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fugazi,
the Sonics,
Talk Talk,
The Techniques,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Audionom,
Susan Cadogan,
John Coltrane,
Depeche Mode,
Symarip,
The Doors,
Maleditus Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Vladislav Delay,
Duran Duran,
the Germs,
The Electric Prunes,
Altered Images,
PIL,
Brass Construction,
Scion,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.