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 Cuba and from Manchester.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 The Dave Clark Five to the grime 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
June Days,
Royal Trux,
Sun Ra,
The Associates,
X-101,
Fear,
Andrew Hill,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Grass Roots,
The Move,
Subhumans,
Scrapy,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Byrd,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Techniques,
Rosa Yemen,
the Swans,
Eden Ahbez,
Quadrant,
DJ Style,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Faraquet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jawbox,
Robert Görl,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
E-Dancer,
Monolake,
Moss Icon,
Y Pants,
World's Most,
Parry Music,
Roger Hodgson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jeff Lynne,
Lyres,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mark Hollis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bad Manners,
Television Personalities,
Loose Ends,
Erasure,
KRS-One,
Anthony Braxton,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
FM Einheit,
The Stooges,
The Offenders,
The Toasters,
Bill Wells,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Janne Schatter,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.