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 Slovakia and from Taipei.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 electroclash 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Wyatt,
World's Most,
Man Parrish,
The Dead C,
The Searchers,
Young Marble Giants,
David Axelrod,
The Evens,
Electric Prunes,
Ludus,
Joy Division,
Peter and Kerry,
Deakin,
Steve Hackett,
Monks,
T.S.O.L.,
Von Mondo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scion,
Whodini,
June Days,
Public Image Ltd.,
Circle Jerks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Heaven 17,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Junior Murvin,
T. Rex,
Isaac Hayes,
Blossom Toes,
The Moody Blues,
the Association,
Carl Craig,
Eric Dolphy,
Essential Logic,
The Gun Club,
Pet Shop Boys,
Procol Harum,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sight & Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
Slave,
The J.B.'s,
Wally Richardson,
Alphaville,
Can,
Stockholm Monsters,
Youth Brigade,
Excepter,
The Fuzztones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Birthday Party,
Theoretical Girls,
Interpol,
Simply Red,
Rites of Spring,
Mr. Review,
Sparks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Peter & Gordon,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.