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 Paris.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the jazz 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Nils Olav,
Nick Fraelich,
The Count Five,
Symarip,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Suicide,
The Divine Comedy,
Skaos,
Scott Walker,
Harpers Bizarre,
Shuggie Otis,
Derrick May,
Henry Cow,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Funkadelic,
Barry Ungar,
Fugazi,
Saccharine Trust,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wally Richardson,
The Blackbyrds,
Peter & Gordon,
Yusef Lateef,
Country Teasers,
Deakin,
Talk Talk,
Organ,
Interpol,
The Offenders,
kango's stein massive,
The Monochrome Set,
La Düsseldorf,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Malaria!,
Howard Jones,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crime,
Pole,
James White and The Blacks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Subhumans,
The Fortunes,
Amon Düül II,
Stiv Bators,
Tim Buckley,
Steve Hackett,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric Copeland,
Masters at Work,
Funky Four + One,
Soul II Soul,
The United States of America,
Negative Approach,
D'Angelo,
The Last Poets,
Leonard Cohen,
Delta 5,
David McCallum,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.