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 Ukraine and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wolf Eyes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Rosa Yemen,
Hasil Adkins,
Lower 48,
Minnie Riperton,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tom Boy,
Joe Smooth,
Skarface,
The Fortunes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Curtis Mayfield,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ronan,
The Young Rascals,
The Leaves,
Godley & Creme,
Average White Band,
Minny Pops,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nas,
Gong,
Patti Smith,
The Alarm Clocks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Monochrome Set,
The Standells,
Donald Byrd,
The Skatalites,
The Golliwogs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ohio Players,
Fear,
UT,
Rufus Thomas,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Smiths,
Outsiders,
The Shadows of Knight,
T. Rex,
Ultra Naté,
Ludus,
Bang On A Can,
D'Angelo,
Massinfluence,
Roger Hodgson,
Ice-T,
Sound Behaviour,
Donny Hathaway,
Lungfish,
The Move,
Liliput,
Index,
Robert Görl,
Livin' Joy,
Warsaw,
Robert Wyatt,
Dawn Penn,
Radio Birdman,
Niagra,
Ossler,
Neil Young,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.