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 Austria and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ituana to the crunk 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Deadbeat,
Ronan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Supertramp,
Black Pus,
Mission of Burma,
John Holt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alice Coltrane,
John Coltrane,
John Lydon,
The Busters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gories,
Scrapy,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Electric Prunes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Junior Murvin,
Groovy Waters,
the Human League,
Gabor Szabo,
MDC,
The Victims,
The Gun Club,
Make Up,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Essential Logic,
Marmalade,
This Heat,
Boz Scaggs,
Intrusion,
kango's stein massive,
Second Layer,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Womack,
Sandy B,
Grey Daturas,
48th St. Collective,
Arab on Radar,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Move,
Sixth Finger,
Faraquet,
Spandau Ballet,
Aaron Thompson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dark Day,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Althea and Donna,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The New Christs,
David Bowie,
Main Source,
Isaac Hayes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nils Olav,
Talk Talk,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.