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 Mexico City.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Angry Samoans to the disco 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fear,
Janne Schatter,
Max Romeo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tears for Fears,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fat Boys,
Joyce Sims,
Jandek,
The Birthday Party,
Blancmange,
Supertramp,
The Beau Brummels,
Lindisfarne,
the Soft Cell,
Bad Manners,
Alice Coltrane,
Michelle Simonal,
Eli Mardock,
Avey Tare,
Arcadia,
Silicon Teens,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marmalade,
Hashim,
Donny Hathaway,
The Blackbyrds,
Pere Ubu,
U.S. Maple,
Pussy Galore,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Offenders,
Sugar Minott,
DNA,
The Skatalites,
Sarah Menescal,
Procol Harum,
Con Funk Shun,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rufus Thomas,
Prince Buster,
Sixth Finger,
The Fall,
Outsiders,
Shuggie Otis,
The Neon Judgement,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wolf Eyes,
The Tremeloes,
Joe Finger,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Mojo Men,
Agent Orange,
Brothers Johnson,
JFA,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.