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 Cuba 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 China Crisis to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
The Five Americans,
Delta 5,
Laurel Aitken,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gabor Szabo,
Subhumans,
Jacob Miller,
Y Pants,
The Gladiators,
Swans,
F. McDonald,
Moby Grape,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Pretty Things,
Nas,
Fela Kuti,
Matthew Halsall,
Girls At Our Best!,
Man Parrish,
The Blues Magoos,
The Mojo Men,
Warsaw,
Khruangbin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
MC5,
Bill Wells,
Wire,
The Saints,
Joe Smooth,
Animal Collective,
Marine Girls,
Camberwell Now,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Skatalites,
Simply Red,
Terry Callier,
Deakin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pulsallama,
Saccharine Trust,
Faraquet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Danielle Patucci,
DNA,
UT,
Black Moon,
Althea and Donna,
Q and Not U,
Tears for Fears,
Wings,
The Fugs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.