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 Barbados and from Seoul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Pagans to the techno 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Saccharine Trust,
Inner City,
Simply Red,
Albert Ayler,
Josef K,
Technova,
The Black Dice,
The Move,
The Dead C,
Agent Orange,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rod Modell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Slits,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ituana,
Davy DMX,
Quando Quango,
Fad Gadget,
The Associates,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sun City Girls,
The Raincoats,
Deadbeat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barclay James Harvest,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roxette,
Bush Tetras,
Gabor Szabo,
Neu!,
Heaven 17,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gun Club,
Theoretical Girls,
Parry Music,
The Seeds,
Cluster,
Max Romeo,
Altered Images,
10cc,
The Evens,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fuzztones,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Smoke,
Masters at Work,
Slick Rick,
The Skatalites,
Camberwell Now,
Loose Ends,
Eddi Front,
The Motions,
Al Stewart,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.