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 Slovenia 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare 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 Khruangbin to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Josef K,
The American Breed,
Mission of Burma,
Los Fastidios,
Warsaw,
The Residents,
New Order,
Grey Daturas,
Simply Red,
Half Japanese,
Quadrant,
Slave,
The Slits,
Eden Ahbez,
Dark Day,
Country Teasers,
Ronnie Foster,
Motorama,
Hot Snakes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eddi Front,
Wasted Youth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pussy Galore,
Tommy Roe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Monks,
Fatback Band,
DJ Sneak,
Boz Scaggs,
Scion,
Guru Guru,
Harry Pussy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Idris Muhammad,
Barry Ungar,
Bluetip,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed,
The Birthday Party,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Franke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Japan,
Danielle Patucci,
Mark Hollis,
The Star Department,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alice Coltrane,
Y Pants,
The Dave Clark Five,
Metal Thangz,
Patti Smith,
The Gap Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roxy Music,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.