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 Zimbabwe and from Salvador.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 David Bowie 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 Pantaleimon to the rock 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Masters at Work,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Babytalk,
The Happenings,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
La Düsseldorf,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barclay James Harvest,
Blossom Toes,
Minnie Riperton,
The United States of America,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marc Almond,
Junior Murvin,
Tommy Roe,
Pere Ubu,
Minny Pops,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Second Layer,
The Gap Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Monks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Little Man,
Ten City,
Stereo Dub,
Lalo Schifrin,
Television,
Deakin,
Saccharine Trust,
Crooked Eye,
Grey Daturas,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Durutti Column,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cymande,
ABC,
Malaria!,
Rod Modell,
Jerry's Kids,
The Grass Roots,
The Zeros,
Marcia Griffiths,
Slave,
Sun Ra,
Brand Nubian,
Bronski Beat,
Ultimate Spinach,
Darondo,
Ohio Players,
Cheater Slicks,
R.M.O.,
Porter Ricks,
Eric Dolphy,
Trumans Water,
China Crisis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rufus Thomas,
Soft Machine,
Lou Reed,
Aswad,
Susan Cadogan,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.