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 China and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 Von Mondo to the jazz 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
The Fortunes,
Interpol,
Carl Craig,
Eric Dolphy,
Cluster,
The Dead C,
Funkadelic,
Rufus Thomas,
The Selecter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Association,
Scan 7,
Vladislav Delay,
Moss Icon,
Audionom,
Roxette,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Funky Four + One,
Spandau Ballet,
Ken Boothe,
Television Personalities,
Spoonie Gee,
Bluetip,
Simply Red,
Thompson Twins,
Young Marble Giants,
Technova,
John Coltrane,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Cale,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pole,
the Germs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kerri Chandler,
Johnny Clarke,
Robert Wyatt,
Monolake,
The United States of America,
Subhumans,
Pantytec,
The Victims,
Tim Buckley,
The Trojans,
Minutemen,
The Divine Comedy,
The Red Krayola,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barry Ungar,
Pere Ubu,
Basic Channel,
Blancmange,
Can,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eddi Front,
D'Angelo,
ABBA,
Crime,
A Certain Ratio,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.