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 Romania and from Mumbai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 Joy Division to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
the Germs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gregory Isaacs,
E-Dancer,
Icehouse,
Hoover,
Talk Talk,
Banda Bassotti,
Sam Rivers,
The Durutti Column,
The Vogues,
The Buckinghams,
Amon Düül II,
Joe Finger,
Rakim,
Minutemen,
Bush Tetras,
Sex Pistols,
Kayak,
Judy Mowatt,
Newcleus,
Shuggie Otis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tommy Roe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ken Boothe,
Sugar Minott,
Gong,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pantytec,
Alphaville,
Wings,
The Moleskins,
Silicon Teens,
Guru Guru,
Section 25,
DJ Sneak,
Charles Mingus,
Negative Approach,
Moss Icon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pere Ubu,
Suburban Knight,
Terry Callier,
Donald Byrd,
John Holt,
Bobby Sherman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soft Machine,
Fad Gadget,
Hasil Adkins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cheater Slicks,
Amazonics,
The Wake,
The Blackbyrds,
Blancmange,
Danielle Patucci,
The Stooges,
Joyce Sims,
Scientists,
Erasure,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.