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 Chad 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Donald Fagen 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 Laurel Aitken to the crunk 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Rufus Thomas,
Masters at Work,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jandek,
Livin' Joy,
Hardrive,
Moby Grape,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Essential Logic,
Visage,
Jawbox,
Aloha Tigers,
The Dead C,
Charles Mingus,
Model 500,
Ultra Naté,
Siglo XX,
X-101,
Cecil Taylor,
Bad Manners,
Black Flag,
The Star Department,
The Monks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Tremeloes,
Animal Collective,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aural Exciters,
Tres Demented,
Darondo,
Mission of Burma,
Marvin Gaye,
John Holt,
Soul Sonic Force,
Chris & Cosey,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Graham Central Station,
The Mummies,
Vainqueur,
Unwound,
Minny Pops,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Music Machine,
Lindisfarne,
Deakin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lalo Schifrin,
Zapp,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Smiths,
Second Layer,
Man Parrish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Flash Fearless,
Japan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gastr Del Sol,
Motorama,
The Saints,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.