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 Kenya and from Sao Paulo.
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 Edmonton and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Radiopuhelimet to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Ornette Coleman,
Marc Almond,
The Evens,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Desert Stars,
Glenn Branca,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lightning Bolt,
The Dead C,
The Associates,
the Germs,
Davy DMX,
MDC,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
One Last Wish,
Aaron Thompson,
Derrick Morgan,
Jawbox,
Ronan,
Vainqueur,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Misunderstood,
Angry Samoans,
Suburban Knight,
Tears for Fears,
Sound Behaviour,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scion,
Inner City,
Barrington Levy,
Marine Girls,
48th St. Collective,
The Slackers,
The Motions,
Lucky Dragons,
La Düsseldorf,
Stereo Dub,
Roger Hodgson,
The Vogues,
Chrome,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Soft Cell,
Fela Kuti,
Hoover,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cal Tjader,
A Certain Ratio,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bill Near,
Black Pus,
New Order,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Black Dice,
Brothers Johnson,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.