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 Dominica and from Manchester.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Halifax.
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 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 David Bowie 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 Tears for Fears to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Joy Division,
The Doobie Brothers,
Maleditus Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eli Mardock,
Graham Central Station,
Inner City,
Joe Smooth,
Terry Callier,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tears for Fears,
Michelle Simonal,
The Monochrome Set,
Y Pants,
Icehouse,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Loose Ends,
The Golliwogs,
the Swans,
Isaac Hayes,
Freddie Wadling,
Sam Rivers,
The Martian,
Warren Ellis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Spoonie Gee,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ten City,
Surgeon,
E-Dancer,
T.S.O.L.,
Bad Manners,
JFA,
Nik Kershaw,
Pulsallama,
48th St. Collective,
Mad Mike,
Soft Machine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Saints,
Crooked Eye,
Country Teasers,
Ossler,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jeff Mills,
ABBA,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Evens,
Desert Stars,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aloha Tigers,
Morten Harket,
Jawbox,
Gang Green,
Arthur Verocai,
X-101,
Harry Pussy,
Sandy B,
Agent Orange,
Camouflage,
The Toasters,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.