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 Tanzania and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Seeds to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Guru Guru,
Technova,
Sound Behaviour,
Delta 5,
Gang Green,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minor Threat,
Kurtis Blow,
Faust,
Tim Buckley,
Oblivians,
These Immortal Souls,
PIL,
The Red Krayola,
kango's stein massive,
The Buckinghams,
AZ,
Joyce Sims,
Ultimate Spinach,
Connie Case,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Womack,
The Residents,
Skarface,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wasted Youth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Echospace,
Warren Ellis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ten City,
Anthony Braxton,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Basic Channel,
Sex Pistols,
Roger Hodgson,
Chrome,
Barrington Levy,
Pagans,
Patti Smith,
Alison Limerick,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rufus Thomas,
Moebius,
Arthur Verocai,
Stockholm Monsters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scott Walker,
The Gories,
Laurel Aitken,
ABBA,
The Real Kids,
Dorothy Ashby,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Heaven 17,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fat Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Reuben Wilson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Janne Schatter,
Ronan,
The Modern Lovers,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.