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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pagans to the electroclash 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
The Monks,
Harmonia,
The Blackbyrds,
Thee Headcoats,
The Smiths,
Mars,
Al Stewart,
Jandek,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
X-Ray Spex,
Barry Ungar,
Youth Brigade,
Delta 5,
Sarah Menescal,
Minny Pops,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Pretty Things,
Dawn Penn,
Little Man,
Pere Ubu,
Wings,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Angels of Light,
Sound Behaviour,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
Gong,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bill Near,
Radio Birdman,
The Gun Club,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Echospace,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Blossom Toes,
Harry Pussy,
Pantytec,
Rufus Thomas,
Todd Terry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Icehouse,
Subhumans,
Warsaw,
Robert Hood,
T.S.O.L.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lucky Dragons,
Aswad,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cramps,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
kango's stein massive,
Metal Thangz,
The Mummies,
Morten Harket,
Wasted Youth,
Cybotron,
Yellowson,
Skriet,
Roger Hodgson,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.