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 Iraq and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Mantronix to the dance 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Section 25,
Ice-T,
Accadde A,
Lebanon Hanover,
ABBA,
Talk Talk,
Monks,
Average White Band,
June of 44,
Minutemen,
The Dirtbombs,
Sugar Minott,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cybotron,
Main Source,
Harry Pussy,
L. Decosne,
Roxette,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Country Teasers,
The Remains,
Sexual Harrassment,
Reuben Wilson,
Siglo XX,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Byrd,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scratch Acid,
The Happenings,
Pole,
Harmonia,
Arab on Radar,
John Holt,
Laurel Aitken,
Wire,
The Evens,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun City Girls,
H. Thieme,
David McCallum,
Cabaret Voltaire,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rod Modell,
Bill Near,
Roxy Music,
Alison Limerick,
The Slits,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Todd Rundgren,
JFA,
The Pretty Things,
Ponytail,
ABC,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Star Department,
Jeff Lynne,
The Motions,
Fela Kuti,
Quando Quango,
Gang Gang Dance,
Avey Tare,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.