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 Macedonia and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Black Dice to the crunk 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Gong,
Wings,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Pretty Things,
Terry Callier,
Hashim,
Althea and Donna,
Girls At Our Best!,
Freddie Wadling,
Jandek,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Radiopuhelimet,
World's Most,
The J.B.'s,
Roxy Music,
Inner City,
Anakelly,
June of 44,
Marc Almond,
Q and Not U,
A Certain Ratio,
John Foxx,
Lungfish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Walker Brothers,
Skriet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ohio Players,
Radiohead,
Basic Channel,
James White and The Blacks,
Zapp,
Icehouse,
La Düsseldorf,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Charles Mingus,
Marmalade,
Jeff Lynne,
Thompson Twins,
Brand Nubian,
Andrew Hill,
Funkadelic,
Model 500,
Intrusion,
Second Layer,
Stereo Dub,
Echospace,
Amon Düül,
Half Japanese,
Technova,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bang On A Can,
Con Funk Shun,
Oblivians,
Jacob Miller,
Yusef Lateef,
Simply Red,
Stetsasonic,
UT,
Rufus Thomas,
Chris & Cosey,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.