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 Panama and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 Brothers Johnson to the funk 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Monolake,
Black Pus,
cv313,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gladiators,
The Move,
Skriet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bootsy Collins,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Saints,
The Mojo Men,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sex Pistols,
Outsiders,
Robert Wyatt,
Slave,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Swans,
Susan Cadogan,
Harmonia,
Jeff Lynne,
The Remains,
Slick Rick,
Gastr Del Sol,
Index,
10cc,
Make Up,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hoover,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aloha Tigers,
Max Romeo,
Television Personalities,
Scrapy,
Laurel Aitken,
Pagans,
Brick,
The Last Poets,
Popol Vuh,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fire Engines,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Agitation Free,
Surgeon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Radiohead,
Charles Mingus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Stooges,
Albert Ayler,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Searchers,
The Seeds,
Royal Trux,
Bob Dylan,
The Durutti Column,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.