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 Ireland and from Jakarta.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 Anakelly to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Deadbeat,
Tommy Roe,
EPMD,
Ornette Coleman,
Sun City Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Guru Guru,
Mars,
Jandek,
Terrestrial Tones,
Average White Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Simply Red,
kango's stein massive,
The Blues Magoos,
Cal Tjader,
Half Japanese,
Gang Gang Dance,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Main Source,
Eve St. Jones,
The Litter,
The Misunderstood,
Grey Daturas,
cv313,
Little Man,
Ken Boothe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lucky Dragons,
Khruangbin,
Bauhaus,
The Gun Club,
Tom Boy,
Harmonia,
Ituana,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mary Jane Girls,
JFA,
Don Cherry,
Nick Fraelich,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Searchers,
H. Thieme,
James White and The Blacks,
Grauzone,
The Mojo Men,
Boredoms,
PIL,
Morten Harket,
Gong,
Fear,
The Pop Group,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scrapy,
Brick,
Thompson Twins,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.