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 Tajikistan and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 The Dave Clark Five to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
X-101,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sällskapet,
DNA,
The Gories,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Hood,
Bill Near,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
The Index,
Adolescents,
T. Rex,
Scion,
Maurizio,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Searchers,
Pantaleimon,
Whodini,
Scott Walker,
Fela Kuti,
Ultravox,
kango's stein massive,
DJ Style,
FM Einheit,
Kevin Saunderson,
Liliput,
Boredoms,
Lyres,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ludus,
Make Up,
Davy DMX,
The Barracudas,
The Move,
X-102,
Skriet,
Unrelated Segments,
Soul Sonic Force,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Judy Mowatt,
Amazonics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Leonard Cohen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sister Nancy,
The Associates,
the Normal,
Andrew Hill,
The Monochrome Set,
Motorama,
Jandek,
The Residents,
Slick Rick,
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.