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 Philippines and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes 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 Visage to the grunge 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
L. Decosne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Womack,
Electric Light Orchestra,
China Crisis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deadbeat,
The Slits,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stockholm Monsters,
Unrelated Segments,
Goldenarms,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DJ Sneak,
Mars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Desert Stars,
Popol Vuh,
Aaron Thompson,
Patti Smith,
Moebius,
Joe Smooth,
Flash Fearless,
Jeff Mills,
Gang of Four,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Pus,
John Holt,
The Evens,
EPMD,
Marine Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
the Slits,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Moody Blues,
The Cosmic Jokers,
10cc,
Don Cherry,
Pussy Galore,
DNA,
Underground Resistance,
Wolf Eyes,
David McCallum,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Can,
Sällskapet,
Wings,
UT,
X-Ray Spex,
Fear,
Negative Approach,
Chris Corsano,
Sarah Menescal,
Cameo,
Alison Limerick,
Erasure,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.