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 Japan and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar 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 Gabor Szabo to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Mars,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fall,
Boogie Down Productions,
Depeche Mode,
Fatback Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
A Certain Ratio,
Blake Baxter,
Ponytail,
Joey Negro,
Chris Corsano,
Jandek,
Arab on Radar,
Vainqueur,
Roxy Music,
Angry Samoans,
Half Japanese,
Tom Boy,
Quando Quango,
Q65,
The Modern Lovers,
Siglo XX,
Yazoo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Y Pants,
Cameo,
Cluster,
Von Mondo,
Country Teasers,
Reuben Wilson,
John Holt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Toni Rubio,
Crime,
Godley & Creme,
the Germs,
Hoover,
Silicon Teens,
Byron Stingily,
Fat Boys,
Goldenarms,
T.S.O.L.,
Derrick May,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Associates,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Misunderstood,
Young Marble Giants,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Martian,
Camberwell Now,
Faraquet,
June Days,
Janne Schatter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DNA,
Zero Boys,
John Lydon,
Suicide,
Echospace,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.