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 Barbados and from Johannesburg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 FM Einheit to the rap 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Albert Ayler,
The Offenders,
The Barracudas,
Arcadia,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Sherman,
Fatback Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Magazine,
Bill Near,
Harry Pussy,
Steve Hackett,
Brick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
ABC,
Terrestrial Tones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jacques Brel,
Underground Resistance,
Josef K,
The Evens,
Blancmange,
Livin' Joy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fortunes,
Mission of Burma,
Country Teasers,
Rod Modell,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ohio Players,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hardrive,
the Human League,
Ken Boothe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Human League,
Quando Quango,
Adolescents,
Mantronix,
Blake Baxter,
Lyres,
Dead Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Main Source,
Sällskapet,
Terry Callier,
Erykah Badu,
The Count Five,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Move,
Masters at Work,
Spoonie Gee,
Dennis Brown,
The Moody Blues,
In Retrospect,
The Cure,
The Electric Prunes,
Gregory Isaacs,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Byrd,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.