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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 Neil Young to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Roger Hodgson,
Lungfish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Susan Cadogan,
Ituana,
Henry Cow,
DNA,
Vladislav Delay,
The Last Poets,
The Real Kids,
The Slits,
Kaleidoscope,
Joensuu 1685,
Laurel Aitken,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Monolake,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Andrew Hill,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minor Threat,
Bauhaus,
The Black Dice,
Carl Craig,
The Dead C,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Hood,
The Monks,
Max Romeo,
The Techniques,
Althea and Donna,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ludus,
Arcadia,
The Fuzztones,
Tim Buckley,
FM Einheit,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nils Olav,
The Gun Club,
Chris Corsano,
The Five Americans,
Theoretical Girls,
The Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scott Walker,
Ponytail,
Soul Sonic Force,
Zapp,
Davy DMX,
Ice-T,
E-Dancer,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ornette Coleman,
Banda Bassotti,
Pagans,
Robert Wyatt,
Second Layer,
Roxy Music,
The Zeros,
Smog,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.