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 Liechtenstein and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Schoolly D to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Chris & Cosey,
Absolute Body Control,
Tomorrow,
Danielle Patucci,
Radiohead,
Pere Ubu,
Warren Ellis,
Livin' Joy,
Flipper,
The Mojo Men,
Bob Dylan,
James White and The Blacks,
Ten City,
Tres Demented,
Charles Mingus,
Half Japanese,
Crash Course in Science,
Erykah Badu,
Althea and Donna,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Basic Channel,
8 Eyed Spy,
This Heat,
Anakelly,
Swell Maps,
Skarface,
Barbara Tucker,
Mission of Burma,
The Happenings,
Severed Heads,
Tears for Fears,
Hoover,
Nik Kershaw,
Sixth Finger,
Zero Boys,
The Black Dice,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Boogie Down Productions,
Surgeon,
The Evens,
Howard Jones,
Joy Division,
Tropical Tobacco,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Divine Comedy,
The Moleskins,
Scientists,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang Starr,
The Skatalites,
Kayak,
Schoolly D,
Lucky Dragons,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
David Bowie,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lalo Schifrin,
Archie Shepp,
Joe Finger,
Bronski Beat,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.