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 the UAE and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eric Copeland to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
John Cale,
Desert Stars,
Crime,
Jerry's Kids,
Cabaret Voltaire,
La Düsseldorf,
The Barracudas,
Skarface,
Chris Corsano,
Gastr Del Sol,
Judy Mowatt,
ABBA,
Ronan,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Bananas,
The Monochrome Set,
Slave,
Ronnie Foster,
Neu!,
Man Parrish,
Kurtis Blow,
ABC,
The Shadows of Knight,
Harpers Bizarre,
Simply Red,
Stiv Bators,
Brothers Johnson,
Lakeside,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Sound,
Archie Shepp,
MDC,
Deakin,
Aaron Thompson,
Zapp,
The Happenings,
Aswad,
The Evens,
Minor Threat,
Infiniti,
Inner City,
Dawn Penn,
Mo-Dettes,
Panda Bear,
the Bar-Kays,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Das Ding,
Niagra,
The Music Machine,
Anakelly,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Maurizio,
Brick,
Underground Resistance,
Sight & Sound,
The Residents,
Ponytail,
Mantronix,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Animal Collective,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.