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 Ethiopia and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Accadde A to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Bobby Womack,
Ultravox,
Skriet,
Stiv Bators,
The Busters,
Section 25,
Colin Newman,
Sandy B,
CMW,
The Searchers,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed,
Neu!,
Basic Channel,
Jawbox,
The Happenings,
The Beau Brummels,
The Remains,
Scan 7,
David Axelrod,
Gong,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Sheep,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Man Parrish,
Bluetip,
Sam Rivers,
Ponytail,
Essential Logic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wasted Youth,
Animal Collective,
The Saints,
The Blues Magoos,
E-Dancer,
Bill Near,
Circle Jerks,
Charles Mingus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kas Product,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fugazi,
Scratch Acid,
the Swans,
ABBA,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dennis Brown,
Unwound,
Sun Ra,
Marine Girls,
The Sonics,
Hasil Adkins,
The Selecter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bootsy Collins,
Jerry's Kids,
Young Marble Giants,
In Retrospect,
Minny Pops,
John Foxx,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.