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 South Sudan and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare 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 Mummies to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Talk Talk,
Laurel Aitken,
Unwound,
Radiohead,
Can,
Gregory Isaacs,
Neil Young,
Moebius,
Thompson Twins,
Sam Rivers,
The Doors,
Ultra Naté,
The Raincoats,
UT,
Intrusion,
Slave,
Y Pants,
Sound Behaviour,
Minutemen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Amazonics,
Depeche Mode,
Lebanon Hanover,
Make Up,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brass Construction,
Dark Day,
Spoonie Gee,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fall,
E-Dancer,
EPMD,
The Techniques,
The Young Rascals,
One Last Wish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yaz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Technova,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Christie,
Whodini,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bronski Beat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cheater Slicks,
Con Funk Shun,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deadbeat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terry Callier,
Metal Thangz,
Todd Rundgren,
Cal Tjader,
Mantronix,
New York Dolls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.