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 Oman and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
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 sitar 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 Rosa Yemen to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Susan Cadogan,
Quando Quango,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Das Ding,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Saints,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Agitation Free,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tres Demented,
John Foxx,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wasted Youth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yaz,
Gong,
Albert Ayler,
Mandrill,
Young Marble Giants,
Eric Copeland,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Litter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
cv313,
The Doobie Brothers,
CMW,
Kaleidoscope,
Hot Snakes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Clear Light,
The Divine Comedy,
Jandek,
Sister Nancy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gap Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Agent Orange,
David Axelrod,
Mad Mike,
the Association,
Charles Mingus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fela Kuti,
Hoover,
The Names,
Talk Talk,
Reuben Wilson,
Idris Muhammad,
Outsiders,
Piero Umiliani,
Pussy Galore,
The Offenders,
The Shadows of Knight,
Warsaw,
Joyce Sims,
Max Romeo,
Joe Smooth,
Desert Stars,
Henry Cow,
ABBA,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.