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 Maldives 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar 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 Blancmange to the jazz 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
David Bowie,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dark Day,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Slave,
Goldenarms,
Hasil Adkins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Massinfluence,
Suicide,
The Selecter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The American Breed,
Newcleus,
48th St. Collective,
Alton Ellis,
The Wake,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Robert Wyatt,
Minor Threat,
Fluxion,
Malaria!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bronski Beat,
Howard Jones,
Joensuu 1685,
Kerrie Biddell,
June of 44,
The Five Americans,
EPMD,
These Immortal Souls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pagans,
The Move,
Stetsasonic,
Suburban Knight,
Los Fastidios,
The Invisible,
the Normal,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Black Dice,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hashim,
Josef K,
Flamin' Groovies,
Blossom Toes,
CMW,
The Dirtbombs,
Bill Wells,
Essential Logic,
Sixth Finger,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Robert Hood,
The United States of America,
T. Rex,
Aswad,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Swell Maps,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ludus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.