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 Austria and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Halifax.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Pop Group to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Sparks,
Suburban Knight,
Gil Scott Heron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scott Walker,
Matthew Halsall,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
MC5,
Soulsonic Force,
Hardrive,
Trumans Water,
L. Decosne,
Japan,
Bootsy Collins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sound Behaviour,
ABBA,
Icehouse,
Circle Jerks,
David Axelrod,
Rekid,
Amon Düül II,
Boredoms,
Ronnie Foster,
Massinfluence,
Byron Stingily,
Arcadia,
Fad Gadget,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cybotron,
Talk Talk,
The Sonics,
The Doors,
Vainqueur,
The Toasters,
The Litter,
Eve St. Jones,
Nils Olav,
Black Sheep,
The Names,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mr. Review,
X-Ray Spex,
Spoonie Gee,
Joe Finger,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gregory Isaacs,
Parry Music,
Television Personalities,
Black Bananas,
The Durutti Column,
8 Eyed Spy,
Chris & Cosey,
Donald Byrd,
Lee Hazlewood,
Johnny Osbourne,
June of 44,
The Misunderstood,
The Evens,
Pylon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.