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 Liechtenstein and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
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 marimba 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Bootsy Collins,
the Human League,
ABC,
Pole,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Grass Roots,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Funkadelic,
The Durutti Column,
Slave,
Saccharine Trust,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New Order,
Magazine,
The Searchers,
Ponytail,
Stiv Bators,
MC5,
The Fall,
Sugar Minott,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Associates,
CMW,
Max Romeo,
Gong,
Ultravox,
Urselle,
Charles Mingus,
The Blues Magoos,
Gabor Szabo,
The Offenders,
The Monks,
Liliput,
Crash Course in Science,
Matthew Bourne,
Fear,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sun City Girls,
MDC,
Ken Boothe,
Agitation Free,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rod Modell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Darondo,
Panda Bear,
Jawbox,
Buzzcocks,
Roy Ayers,
The Beau Brummels,
The Velvet Underground,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.