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 Netherlands and from Manchester.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet 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 Buckinghams to the rap 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Sherman,
New York Dolls,
Dawn Penn,
This Heat,
Organ,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Porter Ricks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mission of Burma,
The Litter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nico,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jandek,
Junior Murvin,
Eric Copeland,
Camouflage,
Grauzone,
Second Layer,
Swans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Man Parrish,
Amazonics,
E-Dancer,
Erykah Badu,
Darondo,
Sonic Youth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Unrelated Segments,
Big Daddy Kane,
Peter and Kerry,
Maurizio,
the Germs,
The Move,
the Bar-Kays,
The Stooges,
The Blackbyrds,
The Beau Brummels,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grandmaster Flash,
Robert Hood,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moby Grape,
Scan 7,
The Fugs,
D'Angelo,
Archie Shepp,
Anakelly,
Section 25,
Joy Division,
The Dirtbombs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Heaven 17,
The Raincoats,
In Retrospect,
Sister Nancy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.