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 Mauritius and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 Mary Jane Girls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Steve Hackett,
Ultravox,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Junior Murvin,
Boz Scaggs,
John Foxx,
Accadde A,
Can,
Barrington Levy,
Niagra,
ABBA,
Talk Talk,
Harmonia,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fluxion,
Massinfluence,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Peter & Gordon,
Erykah Badu,
Lucky Dragons,
Patti Smith,
Funkadelic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Technova,
X-Ray Spex,
Eric Dolphy,
Albert Ayler,
The Saints,
Sex Pistols,
The Young Rascals,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Motions,
Grauzone,
Soulsonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minny Pops,
Loose Ends,
the Bar-Kays,
Whodini,
Joy Division,
The Victims,
Audionom,
Pere Ubu,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Swans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jacques Brel,
Public Image Ltd.,
cv313,
The Monochrome Set,
Avey Tare,
The Stooges,
Blossom Toes,
Buzzcocks,
B.T. Express,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.