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 Costa Rica and from London.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 the Soft Cell to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Stereo Dub,
Junior Murvin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stiv Bators,
Morten Harket,
Make Up,
Q and Not U,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Victims,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Funky Four + One,
Moss Icon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeff Mills,
the Germs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Banda Bassotti,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Faraquet,
The Fugs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Robert Görl,
Chris Corsano,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Sonics,
Isaac Hayes,
Scan 7,
Lou Christie,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Knickerbockers,
The Offenders,
Saccharine Trust,
Suicide,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cramps,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Blancmange,
Erykah Badu,
Maurizio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Intrusion,
Albert Ayler,
Iggy Pop,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Faust,
the Soft Cell,
The Modern Lovers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Zapp,
DNA,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cowsills,
Joensuu 1685,
ABBA,
F. McDonald,
Dual Sessions,
Ponytail,
Ludus,
The Neon Judgement,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.