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 Paraguay and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang Green,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Young Rascals,
Girls At Our Best!,
PIL,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dennis Brown,
Bluetip,
Alphaville,
The Victims,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Blackbyrds,
Half Japanese,
Icehouse,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
Panda Bear,
Minny Pops,
Bang On A Can,
LL Cool J,
Shoche,
Black Moon,
the Human League,
Sixth Finger,
Brass Construction,
Easy Going,
Pussy Galore,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Buckinghams,
New York Dolls,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Chris & Cosey,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mandrill,
Albert Ayler,
Marshall Jefferson,
Section 25,
The Barracudas,
Masters at Work,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ice-T,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Youth Brigade,
Kaleidoscope,
Marmalade,
Altered Images,
Davy DMX,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Stooges,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Drexciya,
D'Angelo,
Matthew Halsall,
Soft Cell,
Intrusion,
The Sonics,
Eli Mardock,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.