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 Indonesia and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 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 Crooked Eye to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
The Doobie Brothers,
Los Fastidios,
Arthur Verocai,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joyce Sims,
Unrelated Segments,
The Birthday Party,
The Fall,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eric Dolphy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Pus,
Rod Modell,
Rekid,
Ronnie Foster,
Outsiders,
Skarface,
Mark Hollis,
Bang On A Can,
Drive Like Jehu,
U.S. Maple,
Basic Channel,
Tears for Fears,
Electric Prunes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
R.M.O.,
Whodini,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Don Cherry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Organ,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sex Pistols,
Essential Logic,
Arab on Radar,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sister Nancy,
Gichy Dan,
Severed Heads,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Smiths,
Pere Ubu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang of Four,
The Offenders,
The Tremeloes,
Byron Stingily,
Marvin Gaye,
Funkadelic,
Robert Görl,
Skriet,
Marine Girls,
Moss Icon,
Buzzcocks,
Aloha Tigers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
D'Angelo,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.