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 Iceland and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Golliwogs to the grunge 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Essential Logic,
Warsaw,
Chrome,
Marvin Gaye,
Al Stewart,
Donny Hathaway,
Nico,
The Sonics,
Bauhaus,
Magma,
Parry Music,
The Knickerbockers,
Agitation Free,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Real Kids,
Tres Demented,
The Kinks,
Country Teasers,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeff Mills,
Sister Nancy,
Skarface,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Monks,
Inner City,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Boz Scaggs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Funky Four + One,
Desert Stars,
Dorothy Ashby,
Groovy Waters,
Nick Fraelich,
Procol Harum,
Camberwell Now,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rosa Yemen,
Scrapy,
The Busters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Wyatt,
Main Source,
Lucky Dragons,
Minutemen,
Audionom,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gong,
Delon & Dalcan,
The New Christs,
Bill Wells,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Associates,
MC5,
Black Moon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.