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 Mali and from Philadelphia.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Amazonics to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Fugazi,
The Saints,
Minnie Riperton,
Soft Machine,
Iggy Pop,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bluetip,
Sex Pistols,
Franke,
Colin Newman,
Quadrant,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joy Division,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eve St. Jones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rapeman,
Donny Hathaway,
Outsiders,
Lebanon Hanover,
Oblivians,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Duran Duran,
Y Pants,
Tim Buckley,
Nas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Junior Murvin,
James White and The Blacks,
The Barracudas,
X-102,
Guru Guru,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
E-Dancer,
Toni Rubio,
Shoche,
Dennis Brown,
The Techniques,
Matthew Halsall,
Nick Fraelich,
Bronski Beat,
DJ Style,
Idris Muhammad,
The Invisible,
David Bowie,
T. Rex,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Agitation Free,
Sugar Minott,
Prince Buster,
Negative Approach,
Public Enemy,
The Knickerbockers,
The J.B.'s,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.