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 Lebanon and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Franke to the funk 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Boredoms,
Gang of Four,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bush Tetras,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Real Kids,
Danielle Patucci,
Janne Schatter,
Grey Daturas,
Colin Newman,
The Techniques,
Niagra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aural Exciters,
Lakeside,
The Monks,
Public Image Ltd.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chrome,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rapeman,
the Fania All-Stars,
June of 44,
Yusef Lateef,
Heaven 17,
Sällskapet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Chris & Cosey,
Charles Mingus,
The Fugs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Depeche Mode,
Tubeway Army,
Fugazi,
Nils Olav,
Faraquet,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Byrd,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eli Mardock,
E-Dancer,
The Dirtbombs,
Television Personalities,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ohio Players,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Trumans Water,
Simply Red,
Goldenarms,
The Alarm Clocks,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang Green,
Bronski Beat,
The Trojans,
Jandek,
Girls At Our Best!,
Radiohead,
8 Eyed Spy,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.