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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Searchers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Absolute Body Control,
Andrew Hill,
Ponytail,
Judy Mowatt,
cv313,
Joe Smooth,
Ice-T,
Faraquet,
ABBA,
Bill Near,
Hashim,
Unwound,
Jacques Brel,
Wolf Eyes,
The Alarm Clocks,
F. McDonald,
Inner City,
Deadbeat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Josef K,
Mo-Dettes,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Skatalites,
Half Japanese,
Blancmange,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nico,
The Saints,
Girls At Our Best!,
Piero Umiliani,
Beasts of Bourbon,
FM Einheit,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deakin,
The Sonics,
Blossom Toes,
Derrick Morgan,
Babytalk,
The Seeds,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bang On A Can,
Second Layer,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Section 25,
Rotary Connection,
Chris Corsano,
Marine Girls,
Scientists,
Smog,
Public Image Ltd.,
Liliput,
Circle Jerks,
Carl Craig,
Parry Music,
James White and The Blacks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.