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 Luxembourg and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Holger Czukay 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 MDC to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
The Walker Brothers,
Graham Central Station,
Eli Mardock,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Man Parrish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rapeman,
Steve Hackett,
June Days,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cluster,
Chris & Cosey,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pussy Galore,
Funkadelic,
The Golliwogs,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Moon,
Sun Ra,
The Selecter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Matthew Bourne,
Bootsy Collins,
Idris Muhammad,
Flamin' Groovies,
Derrick Morgan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Althea and Donna,
Al Stewart,
June of 44,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Peter and Kerry,
Rhythm & Sound,
EPMD,
Lalann,
The Barracudas,
Arthur Verocai,
Gabor Szabo,
The Neon Judgement,
Laurel Aitken,
Cal Tjader,
The Fugs,
This Heat,
The Young Rascals,
Joy Division,
Slave,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Robert Görl,
Fela Kuti,
CMW,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sun City Girls,
Juan Atkins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.