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 Niger 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Pharoah Sanders to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Warsaw,
Gregory Isaacs,
Monks,
Crash Course in Science,
the Association,
Heaven 17,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cure,
Robert Wyatt,
Zapp,
Ornette Coleman,
Lyres,
Bill Wells,
Delta 5,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alison Limerick,
Blake Baxter,
June Days,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Monolake,
Country Teasers,
Minnie Riperton,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Von Mondo,
The Trojans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jerry's Kids,
Magma,
The Move,
Throbbing Gristle,
K-Klass,
Peter and Kerry,
Aloha Tigers,
Eddi Front,
The Selecter,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Residents,
The Standells,
Section 25,
Yaz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
R.M.O.,
Rod Modell,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fortunes,
The Beau Brummels,
Kaleidoscope,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Reed,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tim Buckley,
Radio Birdman,
Eve St. Jones,
Newcleus,
Bush Tetras,
John Holt,
Depeche Mode,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kurtis Blow,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.