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 Nigeria and from Cairo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the punk 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Shadows of Knight,
Whodini,
Wasted Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Busters,
Tomorrow,
Masters at Work,
The Selecter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Amazonics,
Mr. Review,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Associates,
Pet Shop Boys,
The J.B.'s,
Boredoms,
Stiv Bators,
EPMD,
Marvin Gaye,
The Happenings,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Real Kids,
The Birthday Party,
Intrusion,
Niagra,
The Electric Prunes,
Visage,
The Slackers,
Electric Prunes,
Maurizio,
The Tremeloes,
Donny Hathaway,
Cybotron,
The Gladiators,
Jawbox,
Black Moon,
Duran Duran,
Ludus,
LL Cool J,
Magma,
Chris Corsano,
Freddie Wadling,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Skatalites,
Icehouse,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sparks,
Khruangbin,
The Doors,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Iggy Pop,
Infiniti,
Silicon Teens,
The Modern Lovers,
Roy Ayers,
Cheater Slicks,
Scientists,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.