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 Venezuela and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
The Zeros,
The Black Dice,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Smiths,
Guru Guru,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bluetip,
Underground Resistance,
Sällskapet,
Isaac Hayes,
Accadde A,
Los Fastidios,
Soul II Soul,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minny Pops,
Minutemen,
Lungfish,
Agitation Free,
The Cure,
Moss Icon,
Albert Ayler,
Howard Jones,
Kerri Chandler,
Bill Near,
The Smoke,
Index,
Funkadelic,
Al Stewart,
The Walker Brothers,
Urselle,
Eden Ahbez,
The Detroit Cobras,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Victims,
Johnny Clarke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cameo,
Monks,
Nico,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alison Limerick,
the Human League,
Goldenarms,
ABBA,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marc Almond,
The Fortunes,
Swell Maps,
The Red Krayola,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nils Olav,
Amon Düül II,
cv313,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sonics,
X-101,
Blancmange,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.