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 Vietnam and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
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 synthesizer 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 Funky Four + One to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All The Remains 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
PIL,
Suicide,
UT,
Smog,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
cv313,
Malaria!,
Organ,
Isaac Hayes,
Moss Icon,
Sound Behaviour,
Make Up,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Steve Hackett,
Cymande,
48th St. Collective,
Shuggie Otis,
Boredoms,
Dawn Penn,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Circle Jerks,
Henry Cow,
Nico,
CMW,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Television Personalities,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Qualms,
Jacques Brel,
Fat Boys,
Parry Music,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Barracudas,
Aswad,
EPMD,
Goldenarms,
June Days,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Doors,
The Evens,
Tomorrow,
The Gap Band,
The New Christs,
Surgeon,
Suburban Knight,
Lakeside,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Move,
The Birthday Party,
New York Dolls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Dead C,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.