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 Thailand and from London.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Byron Stingily to the jazz 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Country Teasers,
Eric Dolphy,
The Knickerbockers,
Graham Central Station,
Make Up,
Amon Düül II,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Second Layer,
Sparks,
The Electric Prunes,
Tears for Fears,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Chris Corsano,
Oblivians,
The Busters,
Albert Ayler,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Adolescents,
Gong,
Japan,
The Monochrome Set,
Moebius,
Vainqueur,
Eddi Front,
Judy Mowatt,
Khruangbin,
Scion,
Shuggie Otis,
Patti Smith,
Jesper Dahlback,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sister Nancy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Juan Atkins,
The Golliwogs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brothers Johnson,
Pere Ubu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Liliput,
Aloha Tigers,
X-102,
The Selecter,
Jeff Lynne,
Archie Shepp,
Pantaleimon,
John Lydon,
Gastr Del Sol,
La Düsseldorf,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
New York Dolls,
Grauzone,
Eve St. Jones,
Con Funk Shun,
The Detroit Cobras,
Desert Stars,
Buzzcocks,
Thompson Twins,
Rosa Yemen,
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.