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 Denmark and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Detroit Cobras to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
The Move,
Sugar Minott,
Interpol,
Deakin,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Pus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Peter and Kerry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sister Nancy,
The Raincoats,
The Moleskins,
Kaleidoscope,
Rites of Spring,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Newcleus,
Franke,
Derrick May,
Masters at Work,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dawn Penn,
Sight & Sound,
Wasted Youth,
Black Bananas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Skaos,
Rotary Connection,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Womack,
D'Angelo,
The Cramps,
Eurythmics,
Urselle,
Tomorrow,
Suicide,
Pere Ubu,
Outsiders,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minutemen,
Suburban Knight,
AZ,
Roxette,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pylon,
Public Enemy,
Gang Starr,
Fad Gadget,
Eddi Front,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Martian,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Accadde A,
Magazine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Underground Resistance,
Juan Atkins,
Neu!,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.