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 Laos and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare 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 Leonard Cohen to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Neu!,
The Wake,
Spoonie Gee,
Television Personalities,
Cymande,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Angels of Light,
Mo-Dettes,
the Soft Cell,
The Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
the Human League,
Carl Craig,
Minutemen,
Ludus,
The Beau Brummels,
Eden Ahbez,
Harry Pussy,
The Count Five,
Vainqueur,
Bill Wells,
Brothers Johnson,
Fat Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
Terry Callier,
The Shadows of Knight,
Swans,
Thee Headcoats,
Minny Pops,
The Monks,
Blancmange,
Symarip,
Sixth Finger,
Fear,
Eric Dolphy,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fire Engines,
L. Decosne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Porter Ricks,
Pole,
Tommy Roe,
Mark Hollis,
The Gladiators,
Glambeats Corp.,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Invisible,
the Bar-Kays,
Iggy Pop,
The Victims,
Jacob Miller,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roxette,
Todd Terry,
Joensuu 1685,
Yaz,
Lindisfarne,
Excepter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare,
Unrelated Segments,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.