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 Antigua and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
48th St. Collective,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeff Mills,
The Five Americans,
The Knickerbockers,
Buzzcocks,
a-ha,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Grass Roots,
Marcia Griffiths,
Average White Band,
Hardrive,
Angry Samoans,
The Blues Magoos,
Scott Walker,
Arthur Verocai,
ABBA,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bill Wells,
Hot Snakes,
Monks,
Wally Richardson,
These Immortal Souls,
The Count Five,
Nas,
MDC,
Bang On A Can,
Arcadia,
The Offenders,
Newcleus,
Reuben Wilson,
The Buckinghams,
Mantronix,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sun City Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Glenn Branca,
Gabor Szabo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Angels of Light,
The Monochrome Set,
The Saints,
The Fortunes,
Wasted Youth,
Minor Threat,
the Slits,
Marvin Gaye,
Derrick Morgan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dawn Penn,
ABC,
Janne Schatter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Robert Görl,
JFA,
Loose Ends,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.