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 Bangladesh and from New York.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Robert Palmer 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 Angels of Light to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
The Fugs,
MC5,
Soulsonic Force,
Groovy Waters,
Faraquet,
Gang Starr,
Masters at Work,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Moleskins,
Howard Jones,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
June Days,
the Association,
Little Man,
Freddie Wadling,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rosa Yemen,
Bob Dylan,
John Lydon,
Alton Ellis,
Josef K,
Subhumans,
Boz Scaggs,
Youth Brigade,
UT,
The Dead C,
Hardrive,
Second Layer,
Yusef Lateef,
Boredoms,
Schoolly D,
John Coltrane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Popol Vuh,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter & Gordon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gories,
DNA,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric Dolphy,
The Music Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultra Naté,
Roxy Music,
Roy Ayers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fall,
Yaz,
Joensuu 1685,
Icehouse,
Skarface,
Duran Duran,
Sällskapet,
Sarah Menescal,
John Foxx,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.