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 Seychelles and from Glasgow.
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 Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 PIL to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Boogie Down Productions,
James White and The Blacks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare,
The Young Rascals,
John Holt,
The Gladiators,
Marine Girls,
Ituana,
Lungfish,
Agent Orange,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
David Axelrod,
Crooked Eye,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Symarip,
Buzzcocks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
8 Eyed Spy,
Subhumans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eric Dolphy,
kango's stein massive,
Rakim,
the Swans,
New York Dolls,
Liliput,
Cybotron,
Joe Finger,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Amon Düül II,
Easy Going,
Blake Baxter,
DJ Style,
Yazoo,
Depeche Mode,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scan 7,
Heaven 17,
10cc,
Severed Heads,
Youth Brigade,
New Order,
Crispian St. Peters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Todd Terry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alton Ellis,
Young Marble Giants,
The Real Kids,
New Age Steppers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Faust,
Terry Callier,
Wally Richardson,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.