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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
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 sitar 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 The Electric Prunes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Bauhaus,
Pantytec,
Danielle Patucci,
Swell Maps,
Maurizio,
Boogie Down Productions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roxy Music,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dawn Penn,
The Young Rascals,
Josef K,
Eric Copeland,
The Leaves,
Suicide,
Talk Talk,
kango's stein massive,
Scientists,
David Bowie,
The Slits,
DJ Sneak,
The Neon Judgement,
Ken Boothe,
Robert Wyatt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pylon,
Hasil Adkins,
Minutemen,
John Cale,
Ludus,
China Crisis,
Magma,
The Slackers,
Rakim,
Circle Jerks,
Hardrive,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Star Department,
The Smoke,
Charles Mingus,
Roy Ayers,
New York Dolls,
T. Rex,
Mo-Dettes,
Eve St. Jones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Royal Trux,
Man Parrish,
Lee Hazlewood,
A Certain Ratio,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Hutcherson,
R.M.O.,
Section 25,
Lucky Dragons,
the Fania All-Stars,
Freddie Wadling,
Soul Sonic Force,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.