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 Australia and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Matthew Halsall to the rock 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Stetsasonic,
Peter and Kerry,
Sixth Finger,
Liliput,
Second Layer,
The Doors,
Glambeats Corp.,
Popol Vuh,
Bill Wells,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kurtis Blow,
Banda Bassotti,
Motorama,
X-101,
Bobby Womack,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Visage,
Mr. Review,
The Standells,
Barbara Tucker,
the Swans,
The Music Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Adolescents,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yusef Lateef,
Man Parrish,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Techniques,
The Smoke,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joe Smooth,
Sparks,
Von Mondo,
Rotary Connection,
Basic Channel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Janne Schatter,
Nirvana,
Yazoo,
This Heat,
Pole,
Public Image Ltd.,
X-102,
Moby Grape,
Warren Ellis,
Nico,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Glenn Branca,
Wings,
Monolake,
Arcadia,
Crash Course in Science,
Quantec,
Connie Case,
Franke,
Jacob Miller,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.