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 Panama and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Suicide 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Rhythm & Sound,
Q and Not U,
Minutemen,
the Association,
Bluetip,
Scratch Acid,
Sugar Minott,
Drexciya,
Al Stewart,
Easy Going,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Golliwogs,
Zero Boys,
Suburban Knight,
The Techniques,
The Cure,
Hot Snakes,
Henry Cow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lakeside,
Soft Cell,
Radiohead,
Brand Nubian,
Cluster,
The Red Krayola,
Graham Central Station,
Alison Limerick,
JFA,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Walker Brothers,
AZ,
Livin' Joy,
Ultravox,
B.T. Express,
Soft Machine,
Underground Resistance,
Qualms,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Neon Judgement,
Alice Coltrane,
Jacques Brel,
DNA,
Von Mondo,
the Slits,
Tears for Fears,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sound,
Warren Ellis,
X-Ray Spex,
Grauzone,
Con Funk Shun,
Charles Mingus,
Eve St. Jones,
Lyres,
Ken Boothe,
Anthony Braxton,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.