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 Turkey and from Johannesburg.
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 Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 ABC to the electroclash 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Outsiders,
The Cosmic Jokers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Erasure,
Unwound,
The Monks,
Skarface,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Monks,
Lakeside,
E-Dancer,
Thee Headcoats,
Roxy Music,
Stereo Dub,
Zero Boys,
Panda Bear,
Fad Gadget,
Scrapy,
Brick,
Buzzcocks,
Albert Ayler,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Blake Baxter,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bush Tetras,
Black Moon,
Public Enemy,
The Durutti Column,
The Searchers,
Lungfish,
Yellowson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Blues Magoos,
Gichy Dan,
Tom Boy,
New York Dolls,
The New Christs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
Adolescents,
Ronan,
Mr. Review,
Sister Nancy,
Icehouse,
X-101,
The Dead C,
The United States of America,
Shoche,
Vladislav Delay,
Minor Threat,
Wire,
Bronski Beat,
The Skatalites,
Little Man,
Unrelated Segments,
Index,
Pole,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.