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 Kazakhstan and from Toronto.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
T. Rex,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Pretty Things,
Iggy Pop,
Oblivians,
Henry Cow,
Cecil Taylor,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amon Düül,
The Grass Roots,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Swans,
The Barracudas,
Brick,
Crime,
Yazoo,
Unwound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Harry Pussy,
Clear Light,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rufus Thomas,
Khruangbin,
Heaven 17,
The Stooges,
Warsaw,
Skriet,
Wasted Youth,
The Slackers,
Camberwell Now,
Sister Nancy,
Quadrant,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Massinfluence,
The Zeros,
Alice Coltrane,
The Monks,
Fluxion,
Soulsonic Force,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fuzztones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
B.T. Express,
Matthew Bourne,
K-Klass,
Mark Hollis,
PIL,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Moody Blues,
The Move,
the Normal,
Althea and Donna,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Sherman,
Davy DMX,
Rapeman,
Audionom,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.