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 Iran and from Toronto.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
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 clarinet 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 Offenders to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
A Certain Ratio,
The Velvet Underground,
Josef K,
Ronan,
Lungfish,
Jacques Brel,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bizarre Inc.,
Severed Heads,
The Last Poets,
Shoche,
Soft Cell,
The Detroit Cobras,
PIL,
Radiohead,
Drive Like Jehu,
Panda Bear,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deadbeat,
Amon Düül II,
MC5,
Visage,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soft Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Swans,
Joy Division,
Pet Shop Boys,
Trumans Water,
Scion,
Lou Christie,
Khruangbin,
Robert Görl,
Minutemen,
Connie Case,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alice Coltrane,
Roy Ayers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Model 500,
Alison Limerick,
Bush Tetras,
Danielle Patucci,
The Real Kids,
The Music Machine,
Fela Kuti,
Pantytec,
The Black Dice,
Laurel Aitken,
Thee Headcoats,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blancmange,
Vainqueur,
Matthew Bourne,
Procol Harum,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.