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 Togo and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Electric Prunes to the electroclash 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Sam Rivers,
Au Pairs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pulsallama,
Sällskapet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marvin Gaye,
Icehouse,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pierre Henry,
Grey Daturas,
Q and Not U,
Tomorrow,
The United States of America,
Eddi Front,
Circle Jerks,
Mission of Burma,
The Doors,
Toni Rubio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rites of Spring,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nation of Ulysses,
Don Cherry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Easy Going,
Grauzone,
Accadde A,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Durutti Column,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Hood,
Henry Cow,
Kurtis Blow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cluster,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minor Threat,
T. Rex,
Thee Headcoats,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Television,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Cale,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Depeche Mode,
Tubeway Army,
Barrington Levy,
Quadrant,
Ronan,
Mark Hollis,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Move,
Marmalade,
DJ Style,
48th St. Collective,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.