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 Pakistan and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Robert Hood to the jazz 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Reuben Wilson,
Neil Young,
The Modern Lovers,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Wake,
James White and The Blacks,
ABBA,
Hasil Adkins,
Half Japanese,
Peter and Kerry,
John Holt,
New York Dolls,
Gang of Four,
The Slits,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Franke,
Ken Boothe,
Public Enemy,
Jacques Brel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Guru Guru,
the Normal,
Television,
The Names,
Robert Görl,
Yaz,
Connie Case,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camouflage,
The Martian,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
F. McDonald,
Alice Coltrane,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tomorrow,
Amon Düül,
Andrew Hill,
Black Bananas,
Section 25,
Heaven 17,
Brothers Johnson,
Donald Byrd,
Ludus,
Lucky Dragons,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Saints,
Dave Gahan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Drexciya,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Charles Mingus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Monks,
Piero Umiliani,
Derrick Morgan,
Bronski Beat,
The Raincoats,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.