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 Mexico and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Agitation Free,
Marc Almond,
Underground Resistance,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dark Day,
Lee Hazlewood,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Swans,
The Trojans,
Soft Cell,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Byrd,
Average White Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Maleditus Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Robert Hood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Funkadelic,
Wings,
Skarface,
John Holt,
The Cramps,
Unrelated Segments,
T.S.O.L.,
Crime,
Graham Central Station,
Boredoms,
Sixth Finger,
Deepchord,
The Divine Comedy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tim Buckley,
The Saints,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Traffic Nightmare,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Little Man,
Neu!,
The Names,
kango's stein massive,
Ice-T,
The Modern Lovers,
Darondo,
Soul II Soul,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soulsonic Force,
The Count Five,
Lou Christie,
Sällskapet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camouflage,
Gil Scott Heron,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.