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 South Africa and from Halifax.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Alarm Clocks to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Pylon,
The Fugs,
Monolake,
Vainqueur,
Roger Hodgson,
Country Teasers,
The Zeros,
UT,
Main Source,
T. Rex,
The Fortunes,
Spoonie Gee,
Excepter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gong,
The Blues Magoos,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Maurizio,
Grauzone,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gichy Dan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Leaves,
Saccharine Trust,
The Monochrome Set,
Deakin,
The Stooges,
Eve St. Jones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dennis Brown,
Brothers Johnson,
The Victims,
Altered Images,
Moby Grape,
CMW,
Mantronix,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bill Near,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Simply Red,
Lalann,
Whodini,
The Happenings,
Bobby Byrd,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crispian St. Peters,
Althea and Donna,
Visage,
Bobby Womack,
Alton Ellis,
Radio Birdman,
Donny Hathaway,
Mr. Review,
Boredoms,
The Doors,
Hot Snakes,
Animal Collective,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.