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 East Timor and from Bremen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Offenders,
Wasted Youth,
The Human League,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roxette,
Funkadelic,
Gil Scott Heron,
FM Einheit,
Anakelly,
D'Angelo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Albert Ayler,
LL Cool J,
Angry Samoans,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeff Lynne,
Das Ding,
Stetsasonic,
Buzzcocks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aswad,
The Victims,
Jacques Brel,
Peter and Kerry,
Whodini,
La Düsseldorf,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Organ,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Slits,
Junior Murvin,
Archie Shepp,
Suburban Knight,
Dave Gahan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Maleditus Sound,
MDC,
The Doors,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Holt,
Soft Machine,
Bronski Beat,
Skriet,
The Skatalites,
Gong,
Lou Christie,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tommy Roe,
Qualms,
Scion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Spoonie Gee,
Pussy Galore,
The Moleskins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Matthew Halsall,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.