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 Philippines and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 China Crisis to the electroclash 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pet Shop Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soul II Soul,
Bill Near,
Bush Tetras,
Amon Düül,
Pylon,
Hashim,
Sex Pistols,
ABC,
Crooked Eye,
Shuggie Otis,
Kurtis Blow,
Byron Stingily,
Royal Trux,
Quantec,
Black Sheep,
the Sonics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Monks,
Inner City,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Skatalites,
the Slits,
Zero Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Black Pus,
Echospace,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Red Krayola,
The Pretty Things,
Kerrie Biddell,
Skaos,
X-102,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Colin Newman,
Harmonia,
Khruangbin,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Invisible,
David Bowie,
Technova,
Interpol,
Section 25,
Eurythmics,
Prince Buster,
Robert Görl,
John Cale,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mad Mike,
MDC,
Babytalk,
Alphaville,
Joey Negro,
Archie Shepp,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.