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 Antigua and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
The Standells,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barbara Tucker,
KRS-One,
Motorama,
Y Pants,
Scientists,
Davy DMX,
Royal Trux,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Make Up,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Siglo XX,
The Monochrome Set,
Sparks,
The Divine Comedy,
Joyce Sims,
Neil Young,
Black Bananas,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Toasters,
The Count Five,
Pantaleimon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Coltrane,
The Moleskins,
Joe Finger,
The Mojo Men,
Pere Ubu,
Kas Product,
Roger Hodgson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Danielle Patucci,
Jimmy McGriff,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang Green,
Kurtis Blow,
Deakin,
Bush Tetras,
Bill Wells,
Section 25,
The Fuzztones,
The Star Department,
Ponytail,
Cecil Taylor,
Sun City Girls,
Alison Limerick,
The American Breed,
Half Japanese,
The Slits,
Piero Umiliani,
Faraquet,
The Five Americans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lungfish,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.