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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 Index to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Kayak,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gastr Del Sol,
Quadrant,
Peter and Kerry,
The Smiths,
Main Source,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Happenings,
Bill Near,
Marc Almond,
Wally Richardson,
Eurythmics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Darondo,
K-Klass,
Nation of Ulysses,
Angry Samoans,
Sex Pistols,
Barbara Tucker,
Jeru the Damaja,
Charles Mingus,
Motorama,
Hasil Adkins,
Television Personalities,
Interpol,
The Five Americans,
The Velvet Underground,
Roger Hodgson,
Alton Ellis,
Talk Talk,
Byron Stingily,
Essential Logic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Iggy Pop,
Ken Boothe,
Anthony Braxton,
The Associates,
Chris Corsano,
Khruangbin,
Cameo,
Ludus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pantytec,
E-Dancer,
Crime,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nick Fraelich,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
10cc,
The Dirtbombs,
Suicide,
AZ,
Dorothy Ashby,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fortunes,
Black Pus,
Fat Boys,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.