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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Franke,
Parry Music,
The Fall,
Nation of Ulysses,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Zeros,
Main Source,
Au Pairs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jawbox,
Mars,
Max Romeo,
Blake Baxter,
Talk Talk,
the Germs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Radio Birdman,
Soft Machine,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hot Snakes,
Absolute Body Control,
Josef K,
Kurtis Blow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Arthur Verocai,
Nick Fraelich,
Niagra,
Gang Green,
The Moody Blues,
Jeff Lynne,
L. Decosne,
Dual Sessions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sam Rivers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grey Daturas,
Drexciya,
The Knickerbockers,
Tommy Roe,
Colin Newman,
The Golliwogs,
The Move,
Bad Manners,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Grass Roots,
Bauhaus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kayak,
Kenny Larkin,
Judy Mowatt,
The Associates,
Gang of Four,
Jimmy McGriff,
Malaria!,
Jacob Miller,
Q65,
Brass Construction,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.