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 Eritrea and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 David Bowie 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 Rapeman to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Robert Wyatt,
Radio Birdman,
Brand Nubian,
Arcadia,
Freddie Wadling,
Spandau Ballet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jimmy McGriff,
Guru Guru,
Hardrive,
Talk Talk,
Gang of Four,
Franke,
Roger Hodgson,
One Last Wish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Motorama,
Erasure,
the Human League,
Laurel Aitken,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cecil Taylor,
The Modern Lovers,
Ornette Coleman,
the Association,
Peter and Kerry,
Public Enemy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
X-102,
Rufus Thomas,
Deakin,
Liliput,
Jesper Dahlback,
The J.B.'s,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Make Up,
The Gladiators,
F. McDonald,
Unwound,
Grey Daturas,
Hot Snakes,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Leaves,
Heaven 17,
Steve Hackett,
Japan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Durutti Column,
The Slits,
Banda Bassotti,
Royal Trux,
Lucky Dragons,
Matthew Bourne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rapeman,
Barry Ungar,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sound,
New York Dolls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.