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 Kuwait and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 H. Thieme to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bill Wells,
Boredoms,
Accadde A,
Brick,
Siglo XX,
Brand Nubian,
Sugar Minott,
Angry Samoans,
The Moleskins,
The Invisible,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Sonics,
Michelle Simonal,
Neu!,
Hasil Adkins,
Harmonia,
Juan Atkins,
The Index,
Unrelated Segments,
the Swans,
Khruangbin,
Nas,
Sound Behaviour,
Underground Resistance,
Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mad Mike,
Basic Channel,
Radio Birdman,
Icehouse,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cramps,
Wally Richardson,
Soul Sonic Force,
T.S.O.L.,
The Human League,
Gang Green,
Stereo Dub,
The Star Department,
Au Pairs,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Womack,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rod Modell,
Cheater Slicks,
Youth Brigade,
The Raincoats,
Warsaw,
Terrestrial Tones,
L. Decosne,
Sam Rivers,
Interpol,
Ralphi Rosario,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Y Pants,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.