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 Algeria and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Thompson Twins to the crunk 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Skaos 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Urselle,
Maleditus Sound,
The Black Dice,
Brick,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Man Eating Sloth,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Remains,
Amon Düül II,
John Holt,
MDC,
The Buckinghams,
The Walker Brothers,
cv313,
Outsiders,
The Offenders,
Lakeside,
Sam Rivers,
The Standells,
June of 44,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ohio Players,
Wings,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Selecter,
Lightning Bolt,
Cybotron,
Masters at Work,
Technova,
Alphaville,
Neu!,
the Human League,
The Blues Magoos,
Audionom,
New York Dolls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Surgeon,
David Bowie,
Fear,
Marshall Jefferson,
Henry Cow,
Grandmaster Flash,
Toni Rubio,
MC5,
Yazoo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
David McCallum,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Slits,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Moody Blues,
Ice-T,
Alton Ellis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Smog,
Barry Ungar,
Sun City Girls,
Blossom Toes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.