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 Serbia and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Terrestrial Tones to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Sun City Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mary Jane Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Niagra,
Con Funk Shun,
Make Up,
Von Mondo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ornette Coleman,
Rakim,
Clear Light,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aloha Tigers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Henry Cow,
Easy Going,
Rotary Connection,
K-Klass,
the Fania All-Stars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Babytalk,
Glambeats Corp.,
Public Enemy,
The Cramps,
The J.B.'s,
Grauzone,
Grandmaster Flash,
DJ Sneak,
The Knickerbockers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chris Corsano,
Derrick May,
Cecil Taylor,
Surgeon,
Swans,
Eden Ahbez,
The Seeds,
Mark Hollis,
The Smiths,
Youth Brigade,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Sherman,
Arcadia,
The Fortunes,
The Invisible,
Danielle Patucci,
Altered Images,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Nils Olav,
The Misunderstood,
Groovy Waters,
Gong,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Sheep,
Alison Limerick,
Tim Buckley,
New York Dolls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soft Machine,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.