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 Vanuatu and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 Mr. Review to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Bill Near,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Sheep,
Mr. Review,
Barbara Tucker,
Television Personalities,
Aswad,
Nils Olav,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Hutcherson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dawn Penn,
Joey Negro,
Soft Machine,
Peter and Kerry,
Parry Music,
Andrew Hill,
Rapeman,
Janne Schatter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Darondo,
Kaleidoscope,
Jacob Miller,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sarah Menescal,
The Associates,
Soulsonic Force,
Icehouse,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fugs,
Erasure,
John Holt,
Infiniti,
Girls At Our Best!,
Vainqueur,
The Angels of Light,
Junior Murvin,
Magma,
The Buckinghams,
The Durutti Column,
Basic Channel,
Motorama,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
David Bowie,
the Human League,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Names,
Boogie Down Productions,
Severed Heads,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hoover,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Foxx,
Isaac Hayes,
Blancmange,
Nick Fraelich,
Reagan Youth,
Warsaw,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.