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 Paraguay and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Nik Kershaw,
Susan Cadogan,
Yazoo,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Moody Blues,
Wings,
Lou Christie,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gap Band,
The Skatalites,
Boredoms,
The Neon Judgement,
The Names,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Altered Images,
Tubeway Army,
Trumans Water,
Mark Hollis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roxy Music,
Sexual Harrassment,
Country Teasers,
Joe Smooth,
Kurtis Blow,
DJ Sneak,
Quantec,
Robert Wyatt,
New Order,
cv313,
Pussy Galore,
Severed Heads,
The Last Poets,
Sister Nancy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Evens,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brick,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cameo,
MC5,
Hoover,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Radio Birdman,
Stereo Dub,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Second Layer,
Henry Cow,
Scientists,
Suburban Knight,
The American Breed,
Swell Maps,
Excepter,
Scion,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Byrd,
Vladislav Delay,
Prince Buster,
One Last Wish,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.