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 Georgia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Yaz to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar 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 spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
The Leaves,
X-Ray Spex,
Simply Red,
Jeff Lynne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bang On A Can,
Hot Snakes,
These Immortal Souls,
Soul II Soul,
Young Marble Giants,
Symarip,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alphaville,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scratch Acid,
The Mummies,
Royal Trux,
Jacob Miller,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Skaos,
Amon Düül,
Scrapy,
Camberwell Now,
Steve Hackett,
Can,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fortunes,
Lucky Dragons,
Tubeway Army,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
LL Cool J,
Trumans Water,
Oneida,
Prince Buster,
Barry Ungar,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Sonics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Colin Newman,
Warren Ellis,
Ohio Players,
Sun City Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
Josef K,
Deadbeat,
Harry Pussy,
Tomorrow,
Yaz,
Icehouse,
X-102,
Cecil Taylor,
Adolescents,
The Vogues,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.