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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lille.
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 Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 Man Eating Sloth to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Can,
the Human League,
Fear,
The Litter,
T.S.O.L.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kas Product,
Roxy Music,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ice-T,
John Foxx,
The Knickerbockers,
Dual Sessions,
Leonard Cohen,
Stiv Bators,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aswad,
Section 25,
Junior Murvin,
The Count Five,
Anthony Braxton,
The J.B.'s,
Rod Modell,
John Cale,
Newcleus,
The Skatalites,
the Swans,
Loose Ends,
Depeche Mode,
Roy Ayers,
Index,
The Mummies,
In Retrospect,
The Slits,
Ituana,
Henry Cow,
Kaleidoscope,
Howard Jones,
Bootsy Collins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Neon Judgement,
Sonny Sharrock,
Funkadelic,
Ossler,
R.M.O.,
The Angels of Light,
Deepchord,
Toni Rubio,
Panda Bear,
Cluster,
Johnny Osbourne,
Thompson Twins,
Adolescents,
Man Parrish,
Outsiders,
Bobby Byrd,
Y Pants,
MDC,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brand Nubian,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Stetsasonic,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.