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 Guatemala and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Madrid.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Golliwogs to the electroclash 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
The Smiths,
The Leaves,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Desert Stars,
Jeff Lynne,
The Stooges,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kas Product,
The Angels of Light,
Model 500,
Metal Thangz,
Sparks,
One Last Wish,
Massinfluence,
Clear Light,
Boz Scaggs,
Moby Grape,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pulsallama,
Gil Scott Heron,
Vainqueur,
Niagra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lalann,
Bobby Womack,
Ultra Naté,
Kerrie Biddell,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Raincoats,
Sound Behaviour,
Eric B and Rakim,
Liliput,
Joensuu 1685,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deadbeat,
Franke,
Inner City,
Sun Ra,
Tomorrow,
Barrington Levy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tubeway Army,
The American Breed,
Surgeon,
The Moody Blues,
Peter & Gordon,
Soulsonic Force,
Deepchord,
Mission of Burma,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kaleidoscope,
Pierre Henry,
LL Cool J,
Albert Ayler,
Bang On A Can,
Tommy Roe,
F. McDonald,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.