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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
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 snare 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 Matthew Halsall to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Saccharine Trust,
This Heat,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fire Engines,
Kaleidoscope,
Can,
Sound Behaviour,
Suicide,
Fatback Band,
Scientists,
Moebius,
Lightning Bolt,
Neu!,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Human League,
the Normal,
Joy Division,
Harry Pussy,
The Gun Club,
Radiohead,
Al Stewart,
Public Enemy,
Underground Resistance,
Unrelated Segments,
Qualms,
Second Layer,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Move,
The Smiths,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scion,
Zero Boys,
Oneida,
Bang On A Can,
Buzzcocks,
Y Pants,
Archie Shepp,
Deakin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soul II Soul,
PIL,
Masters at Work,
Terrestrial Tones,
Circle Jerks,
Erasure,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Foxx,
Dead Boys,
Whodini,
Leonard Cohen,
Jawbox,
Dorothy Ashby,
Harpers Bizarre,
Man Parrish,
Connie Case,
The Remains,
Black Sheep,
The Five Americans,
Shuggie Otis,
The Leaves,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.