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 Malawi and from Toronto.
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 Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 Johnny Osbourne to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gun Club,
La Düsseldorf,
Youth Brigade,
Popol Vuh,
Sugar Minott,
Sixth Finger,
Scion,
Faust,
Moebius,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joy Division,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Busters,
Don Cherry,
The Tremeloes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rakim,
Rod Modell,
Brand Nubian,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Red Krayola,
The New Christs,
Janne Schatter,
David McCallum,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soul II Soul,
Fugazi,
Wolf Eyes,
Cameo,
The Dirtbombs,
The Smiths,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Qualms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mandrill,
Boz Scaggs,
Henry Cow,
Fatback Band,
Sight & Sound,
Quadrant,
Piero Umiliani,
Erasure,
Public Enemy,
New York Dolls,
The Wake,
Crooked Eye,
the Slits,
MDC,
Minutemen,
Eurythmics,
James White and The Blacks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Funky Four + One,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Golliwogs,
The Evens,
The Barracudas,
Blancmange,
Hot Snakes,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.