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 Marshall Islands and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 The Walker Brothers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Metal Thangz,
K-Klass,
Lungfish,
Glenn Branca,
Robert Wyatt,
Judy Mowatt,
Bauhaus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Heaven 17,
Todd Rundgren,
Pole,
The Mojo Men,
Sight & Sound,
Livin' Joy,
cv313,
Ossler,
Warren Ellis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jimmy McGriff,
Oneida,
Cal Tjader,
The Sound,
48th St. Collective,
Ituana,
Spoonie Gee,
UT,
The Index,
Albert Ayler,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Offenders,
Pylon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Reagan Youth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Das Ding,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Moon,
Eric Copeland,
The Durutti Column,
Maurizio,
Skarface,
D'Angelo,
Dawn Penn,
Ronnie Foster,
In Retrospect,
Pulsallama,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barbara Tucker,
This Heat,
Eli Mardock,
The Last Poets,
New Order,
Godley & Creme,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Womack,
The Gladiators,
The Searchers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.