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 Laos and from Bremen.
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 Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Wings to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pharoah Sanders,
Desert Stars,
Anakelly,
Technova,
The Cure,
Blancmange,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Sheep,
The Barracudas,
Byron Stingily,
Interpol,
Brick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gil Scott Heron,
T.S.O.L.,
Peter and Kerry,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Hood,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marc Almond,
One Last Wish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Second Layer,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Graham Central Station,
Moss Icon,
Terry Callier,
Jandek,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Anthony Braxton,
Livin' Joy,
Pierre Henry,
Average White Band,
The Busters,
Rakim,
Amon Düül II,
The Durutti Column,
Soul Sonic Force,
Talk Talk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Kinks,
Eurythmics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Colin Newman,
The Smoke,
James White and The Blacks,
Negative Approach,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fortunes,
Zero Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Warsaw,
Robert Wyatt,
Kerri Chandler,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Germs,
Niagra,
Rapeman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.