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 Russia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Monks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rakim,
The Moleskins,
The Smiths,
In Retrospect,
Vladislav Delay,
Marvin Gaye,
Pole,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sonny Sharrock,
Flipper,
Pantytec,
Ornette Coleman,
Amon Düül II,
Ultra Naté,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Agitation Free,
Theoretical Girls,
H. Thieme,
Sonic Youth,
Charles Mingus,
Nick Fraelich,
Saccharine Trust,
Matthew Bourne,
Moebius,
Ponytail,
Funky Four + One,
The Dave Clark Five,
Panda Bear,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Maleditus Sound,
The Toasters,
Outsiders,
The Gories,
Negative Approach,
Agent Orange,
Rekid,
The American Breed,
Gang Green,
Mission of Burma,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Niagra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lyres,
Harmonia,
China Crisis,
The Seeds,
Das Ding,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Prince Buster,
The Gladiators,
Sparks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neu!,
Nas,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Sherman,
Minutemen,
The Fortunes,
Danielle Patucci,
Anakelly,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.