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 Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Ultravox to the grime 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rites of Spring,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Selecter,
Echospace,
E-Dancer,
The Move,
Rotary Connection,
The Toasters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gap Band,
One Last Wish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sonics,
Lower 48,
a-ha,
The Fugs,
Pantytec,
John Cale,
The Fortunes,
Minny Pops,
Absolute Body Control,
Siglo XX,
Bill Near,
Zero Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
Roxy Music,
John Holt,
The Pretty Things,
Stockholm Monsters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Godley & Creme,
Zapp,
Tomorrow,
Pierre Henry,
Aural Exciters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Todd Rundgren,
Funkadelic,
The Cure,
Cal Tjader,
Wings,
Adolescents,
Matthew Bourne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Magazine,
The Gun Club,
The Seeds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Livin' Joy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Saints,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soul II Soul,
Brass Construction,
Sandy B,
Oneida,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.