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 Uganda 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 Rod Modell to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Jawbox,
Max Romeo,
Warsaw,
The United States of America,
Rotary Connection,
Silicon Teens,
Angry Samoans,
Little Man,
Ultimate Spinach,
Frankie Knuckles,
Young Marble Giants,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eurythmics,
The Saints,
The Martian,
Jeff Mills,
Glambeats Corp.,
Infiniti,
Jerry's Kids,
Von Mondo,
Slave,
Outsiders,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang Green,
Darondo,
Hashim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang of Four,
Minutemen,
Negative Approach,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crime,
The Flesh Eaters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
R.M.O.,
Icehouse,
Jacques Brel,
Sister Nancy,
The Gories,
The Sonics,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cluster,
Dead Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Searchers,
Altered Images,
Marine Girls,
Eric Copeland,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gong,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lower 48,
Grandmaster Flash,
PIL,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
UT,
Gastr Del Sol,
Unwound,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.