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 Argentina and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Lou Reed 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the electroclash 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
The New Christs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Slave,
Banda Bassotti,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Slits,
The Fortunes,
Massinfluence,
Q65,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Stooges,
Rites of Spring,
Don Cherry,
Urselle,
Arab on Radar,
Quadrant,
Pantaleimon,
The Mummies,
Gang of Four,
Todd Terry,
Blossom Toes,
Pantytec,
T.S.O.L.,
Scientists,
48th St. Collective,
Warsaw,
Livin' Joy,
The Doobie Brothers,
cv313,
The Selecter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eden Ahbez,
The Martian,
Slick Rick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ituana,
Eurythmics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
OOIOO,
Joyce Sims,
Patti Smith,
Supertramp,
Negative Approach,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mr. Review,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pierre Henry,
Popol Vuh,
Excepter,
Derrick May,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sällskapet,
Deadbeat,
The Human League,
Bizarre Inc.,
MDC,
The Durutti Column,
Can,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.