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 Papua New Guinea and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 rock 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Rhythm & Sound,
Colin Newman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Christie,
Patti Smith,
Bronski Beat,
Loose Ends,
The Walker Brothers,
Visage,
T.S.O.L.,
Bush Tetras,
U.S. Maple,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Porter Ricks,
K-Klass,
Grey Daturas,
In Retrospect,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mantronix,
DNA,
The Index,
the Germs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Funkadelic,
Newcleus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Slave,
Black Bananas,
Harmonia,
Aswad,
The Misunderstood,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Buzzcocks,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fall,
Malaria!,
Derrick May,
Maurizio,
Thompson Twins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Divine Comedy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Absolute Body Control,
Skarface,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Public Image Ltd.,
Peter & Gordon,
Clear Light,
Fear,
Mandrill,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Zeros,
Lalann,
La Düsseldorf,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.