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 Uganda and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar 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 Remains to the dance 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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Outsiders,
Bobby Sherman,
Mad Mike,
These Immortal Souls,
The Count Five,
The Misunderstood,
DNA,
The Trojans,
Letta Mbulu,
Ludus,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric Dolphy,
Shuggie Otis,
Second Layer,
DJ Sneak,
Soft Cell,
Wasted Youth,
Lower 48,
Los Fastidios,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soulsonic Force,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
This Heat,
Goldenarms,
Country Teasers,
Dual Sessions,
Qualms,
Graham Central Station,
Robert Hood,
The Gladiators,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Smoke,
Urselle,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alice Coltrane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Harmonia,
K-Klass,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cure,
Stetsasonic,
Lyres,
The Remains,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Clear Light,
Tommy Roe,
Groovy Waters,
UT,
The Fall,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeff Mills,
Robert Görl,
John Lydon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alton Ellis,
Eurythmics,
Agent Orange,
Porter Ricks,
Rod Modell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.