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 Bolivia and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Girls At Our Best! to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Deakin,
Liliput,
Byron Stingily,
Parry Music,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deepchord,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Velvet Underground,
Trumans Water,
Aswad,
Skriet,
The Knickerbockers,
The Star Department,
Pantaleimon,
The Associates,
Erasure,
Sex Pistols,
Accadde A,
Altered Images,
D'Angelo,
Livin' Joy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Simply Red,
The United States of America,
Black Pus,
Godley & Creme,
Cheater Slicks,
The Dirtbombs,
Sandy B,
Mr. Review,
Los Fastidios,
The Zeros,
Loose Ends,
Pole,
The Fall,
Warsaw,
The Grass Roots,
Davy DMX,
Ice-T,
Funkadelic,
The Count Five,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scrapy,
Traffic Nightmare,
L. Decosne,
The Motions,
Amazonics,
Symarip,
Vainqueur,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ohio Players,
Absolute Body Control,
Kas Product,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Sonics,
Flash Fearless,
The Wake,
Prince Buster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
R.M.O.,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.