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 Burundi and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Michael McDonald 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 Flamin' Groovies to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Swell Maps,
Amazonics,
Visage,
Aloha Tigers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marmalade,
The Names,
Jacques Brel,
Sonic Youth,
The Martian,
Rapeman,
John Coltrane,
Harpers Bizarre,
DJ Sneak,
Robert Wyatt,
The Real Kids,
Amon Düül II,
Skarface,
Basic Channel,
Procol Harum,
Danielle Patucci,
Cheater Slicks,
the Human League,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nik Kershaw,
UT,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Blossom Toes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alison Limerick,
X-101,
Maleditus Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Royal Trux,
The Fortunes,
The Grass Roots,
Von Mondo,
Pantaleimon,
Juan Atkins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kaleidoscope,
John Holt,
Graham Central Station,
One Last Wish,
Chrome,
Joy Division,
Black Moon,
Minutemen,
Girls At Our Best!,
Severed Heads,
Scan 7,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lakeside,
The Modern Lovers,
Robert Hood,
The Moleskins,
R.M.O.,
Little Man,
Alton Ellis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.