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 Chile and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare 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 Nation of Ulysses to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultravox,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bang On A Can,
Parry Music,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Index,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camouflage,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Last Poets,
Barry Ungar,
Black Sheep,
Robert Görl,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Names,
Bobby Womack,
The Red Krayola,
8 Eyed Spy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kevin Saunderson,
Guru Guru,
Josef K,
Vladislav Delay,
Johnny Osbourne,
Boz Scaggs,
Soft Cell,
The Move,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Associates,
a-ha,
Con Funk Shun,
Tommy Roe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
LL Cool J,
Bad Manners,
A Certain Ratio,
Scott Walker,
R.M.O.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fela Kuti,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jawbox,
Crispy Ambulance,
Neu!,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rites of Spring,
Tears for Fears,
U.S. Maple,
Kaleidoscope,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Reed,
D'Angelo,
Colin Newman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.