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 Angola and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro 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 The Moleskins to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Funkadelic,
Brand Nubian,
Theoretical Girls,
John Coltrane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Girls At Our Best!,
Anthony Braxton,
JFA,
Stereo Dub,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Bananas,
Tears for Fears,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Warsaw,
James White and The Blacks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deakin,
Porter Ricks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scan 7,
Groovy Waters,
Banda Bassotti,
48th St. Collective,
Boz Scaggs,
Freddie Wadling,
Funky Four + One,
The Angels of Light,
La Düsseldorf,
Panda Bear,
Clear Light,
The Beau Brummels,
New York Dolls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mars,
Pantytec,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Byrd,
Flipper,
Los Fastidios,
Bob Dylan,
Goldenarms,
Brick,
Blake Baxter,
Moss Icon,
The Motions,
Unwound,
Mo-Dettes,
X-101,
Soul II Soul,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quantec,
Yusef Lateef,
Boredoms,
Roxette,
Radiopuhelimet,
Shuggie Otis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Qualms,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.