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 Morocco and from Columbus.
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 Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 Tim Buckley to the grime 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Flash Fearless,
Pulsallama,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DJ Style,
Franke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Martian,
Interpol,
The Saints,
Soulsonic Force,
Rekid,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Durutti Column,
F. McDonald,
Slave,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fire Engines,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alison Limerick,
Thompson Twins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Thee Headcoats,
Von Mondo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Newcleus,
David Bowie,
Sight & Sound,
Boredoms,
Byron Stingily,
Judy Mowatt,
Amon Düül,
Sällskapet,
Nick Fraelich,
Circle Jerks,
Magazine,
Davy DMX,
Robert Hood,
Marvin Gaye,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Iggy Pop,
The Happenings,
In Retrospect,
Sexual Harrassment,
Severed Heads,
Schoolly D,
Terrestrial Tones,
Vladislav Delay,
Funky Four + One,
the Association,
Basic Channel,
Sonic Youth,
Glenn Branca,
Barbara Tucker,
Cheater Slicks,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Flesh Eaters,
PIL,
The Music Machine,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.