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 Malaysia and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 the Bar-Kays to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Malaria!,
Gregory Isaacs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Derrick May,
New Age Steppers,
Shuggie Otis,
Wings,
Arcadia,
Talk Talk,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minny Pops,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ken Boothe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Coltrane,
Tres Demented,
Audionom,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Outsiders,
Clear Light,
The Star Department,
The Mojo Men,
the Normal,
Nik Kershaw,
Aural Exciters,
Gong,
Man Parrish,
The Seeds,
Buzzcocks,
Livin' Joy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pole,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Move,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Motions,
Yellowson,
Patti Smith,
Au Pairs,
Skaos,
Cluster,
Negative Approach,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bush Tetras,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nils Olav,
Gastr Del Sol,
MC5,
Tropical Tobacco,
JFA,
The Count Five,
Cecil Taylor,
Crooked Eye,
Unwound,
The Techniques,
Al Stewart,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joe Finger,
Roger Hodgson,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.