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 San Marino 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Cheater Slicks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Pere Ubu,
Adolescents,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radiohead,
The Grass Roots,
Joe Smooth,
Peter and Kerry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sugar Minott,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Searchers,
The Smoke,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Sheep,
Clear Light,
Country Teasers,
Sister Nancy,
Nick Fraelich,
June Days,
Ituana,
Connie Case,
Harry Pussy,
The Walker Brothers,
Lucky Dragons,
Hasil Adkins,
Maurizio,
Kenny Larkin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Bar-Kays,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Byrd,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gories,
Newcleus,
Reagan Youth,
Monolake,
Desert Stars,
The Mojo Men,
Amon Düül,
The Buckinghams,
Drive Like Jehu,
Main Source,
Panda Bear,
Graham Central Station,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Excepter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Machine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Derrick May,
Sandy B,
Swans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lower 48,
Minny Pops,
Wire,
Deadbeat,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.