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 Marshall Islands and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
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 snare 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 Liliput to the techno 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Glambeats Corp.,
Carl Craig,
Heaven 17,
Grandmaster Flash,
Clear Light,
The Zeros,
The Vogues,
The Red Krayola,
Nico,
ABC,
Tres Demented,
Youth Brigade,
Bauhaus,
Agent Orange,
Cameo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gun Club,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soul Sonic Force,
Vainqueur,
Ice-T,
Wolf Eyes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gap Band,
Suicide,
Aaron Thompson,
Faust,
Dawn Penn,
Blossom Toes,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fuzztones,
John Foxx,
Brick,
Animal Collective,
Metal Thangz,
Talk Talk,
Kayak,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Angels of Light,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Modern Lovers,
Chris Corsano,
The Buckinghams,
The Saints,
Monks,
Sam Rivers,
Davy DMX,
JFA,
Ohio Players,
Terry Callier,
The Moleskins,
Saccharine Trust,
The Martian,
The Mojo Men,
Soulsonic Force,
The Trojans,
UT,
8 Eyed Spy,
Royal Trux,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.