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 Latvia and from Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Holger Czukay 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 Yazoo to the grunge 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Carl Craig,
Surgeon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Goldenarms,
R.M.O.,
The Saints,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Robert Görl,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Agitation Free,
Chris & Cosey,
Slave,
Amon Düül,
Isaac Hayes,
Minor Threat,
EPMD,
Hasil Adkins,
Yazoo,
Michelle Simonal,
Dennis Brown,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fela Kuti,
The Velvet Underground,
The Moleskins,
Cymande,
Stiv Bators,
Roger Hodgson,
Scrapy,
Ossler,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sister Nancy,
Kaleidoscope,
Piero Umiliani,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Seeds,
Country Teasers,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Sherman,
Suicide,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Raincoats,
Dawn Penn,
Hashim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Searchers,
Echospace,
The Fortunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
China Crisis,
Amon Düül II,
Vainqueur,
The Names,
The Gap Band,
Barry Ungar,
Slick Rick,
John Foxx,
Bush Tetras,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.