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 Croatia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks 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?
Lou Christie,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alphaville,
Khruangbin,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Sherman,
Rekid,
Dorothy Ashby,
Agent Orange,
The Walker Brothers,
Skaos,
Bootsy Collins,
Fat Boys,
Tears for Fears,
Faraquet,
Pulsallama,
The Pop Group,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Steve Hackett,
The Stooges,
Symarip,
Prince Buster,
Brass Construction,
Heaven 17,
Crash Course in Science,
Bill Near,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Electric Prunes,
The Skatalites,
Wings,
The Young Rascals,
Mo-Dettes,
The Invisible,
Tubeway Army,
Tom Boy,
New Order,
Japan,
Banda Bassotti,
R.M.O.,
Eric Dolphy,
Bronski Beat,
Altered Images,
Fatback Band,
Echospace,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Skarface,
Scrapy,
EPMD,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Niagra,
the Bar-Kays,
Spandau Ballet,
Warsaw,
The Blackbyrds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Zero Boys,
Slave,
The Gun Club,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.