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 China and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jeff Lynne to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Invisible,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Thee Headcoats,
Bootsy Collins,
Saccharine Trust,
Eve St. Jones,
T. Rex,
The Buckinghams,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wire,
The Kinks,
H. Thieme,
Erykah Badu,
DJ Sneak,
ABC,
Pulsallama,
The Neon Judgement,
The Slackers,
10cc,
The Remains,
Absolute Body Control,
Cybotron,
Amon Düül,
Man Eating Sloth,
Prince Buster,
The Smoke,
Freddie Wadling,
Trumans Water,
Derrick May,
The Knickerbockers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alphaville,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sound Behaviour,
Surgeon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Japan,
Pole,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tomorrow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Funky Four + One,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Skatalites,
Circle Jerks,
Dual Sessions,
The Shadows of Knight,
New York Dolls,
Peter and Kerry,
Brothers Johnson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nirvana,
In Retrospect,
Max Romeo,
Joensuu 1685,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.