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 Madagascar and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer 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 Crime to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Mad Mike,
Arthur Verocai,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Chris & Cosey,
World's Most,
Gang Starr,
The Raincoats,
Grauzone,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Morten Harket,
The Fugs,
Bill Near,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sparks,
Organ,
The Star Department,
The Zeros,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bang On A Can,
Lungfish,
Deadbeat,
Skriet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Donald Byrd,
Gang of Four,
Avey Tare,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed,
Eurythmics,
Johnny Clarke,
The Monks,
Lalann,
AZ,
Mantronix,
Lou Christie,
Television Personalities,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mark Hollis,
Loose Ends,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gastr Del Sol,
K-Klass,
FM Einheit,
Oneida,
Nik Kershaw,
Skarface,
Saccharine Trust,
The Saints,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pantaleimon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Foxx,
David Bowie,
Steve Hackett,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lakeside,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.