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 Netherlands and from Accra.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 X-Ray Spex to the techno 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 Durutti Column,
Henry Cow,
Scott Walker,
Can,
Piero Umiliani,
Derrick Morgan,
Television Personalities,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aural Exciters,
Eden Ahbez,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Grass Roots,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The United States of America,
The Saints,
Joyce Sims,
Colin Newman,
Black Sheep,
Q and Not U,
Matthew Halsall,
Joe Smooth,
Kayak,
Wire,
The Wake,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Loose Ends,
The Gap Band,
Suicide,
Gang Green,
Country Teasers,
T. Rex,
Bush Tetras,
Sam Rivers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Parry Music,
Wally Richardson,
Pagans,
Soft Cell,
Thompson Twins,
Bob Dylan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Toasters,
Hasil Adkins,
Harmonia,
Thee Headcoats,
Max Romeo,
Swans,
Bronski Beat,
Camberwell Now,
Ituana,
Nas,
JFA,
Graham Central Station,
Minny Pops,
The Misunderstood,
The Birthday Party,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yusef Lateef,
Tommy Roe,
LL Cool J,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.