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 Belarus 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Hong Kong.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Walker Brothers to the rock 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Underground Resistance,
The Slackers,
Sex Pistols,
Joey Negro,
Flash Fearless,
The Leaves,
The Cure,
the Association,
Robert Wyatt,
The American Breed,
Sarah Menescal,
Thee Headcoats,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joe Smooth,
Alton Ellis,
Moebius,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barry Ungar,
World's Most,
Bootsy Collins,
The Knickerbockers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cramps,
Easy Going,
Jeff Lynne,
New Order,
FM Einheit,
Pierre Henry,
Electric Prunes,
Rapeman,
Moss Icon,
The Sonics,
Gang Starr,
Stockholm Monsters,
Boz Scaggs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joensuu 1685,
Sun City Girls,
Cymande,
The Vogues,
Judy Mowatt,
Heaven 17,
Aaron Thompson,
Average White Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crime,
Guru Guru,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Techniques,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rod Modell,
Gabor Szabo,
Max Romeo,
Dual Sessions,
Pussy Galore,
Monks,
Cheater Slicks,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.