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 Gambia and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Thee Headcoats to the crunk 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Erasure,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Angels of Light,
The Searchers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tim Buckley,
Warsaw,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Amon Düül II,
John Coltrane,
Jawbox,
The Monks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tres Demented,
The Doobie Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
Section 25,
Tommy Roe,
Donald Byrd,
Aswad,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Livin' Joy,
The Stooges,
Kas Product,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Frankie Knuckles,
Procol Harum,
Byron Stingily,
Drive Like Jehu,
Magazine,
Theoretical Girls,
Sixth Finger,
R.M.O.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Zeros,
Sex Pistols,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Urselle,
Nas,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Soft Cell,
Bang On A Can,
John Holt,
Delta 5,
the Human League,
Blancmange,
Faust,
Marine Girls,
Lalann,
Surgeon,
Darondo,
Hasil Adkins,
Joe Smooth,
Infiniti,
Amon Düül,
One Last Wish,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.