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 Comoros and from Salvador.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 Gang Green to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Ludus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Patti Smith,
The Associates,
The Zeros,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Isaac Hayes,
Faust,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Monochrome Set,
Scratch Acid,
Scott Walker,
Bush Tetras,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Sonics,
Wire,
The Cure,
Bronski Beat,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott Heron,
E-Dancer,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Swans,
Byron Stingily,
Lower 48,
The American Breed,
the Soft Cell,
Kerri Chandler,
Inner City,
Grauzone,
Howard Jones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Moody Blues,
Tears for Fears,
Moss Icon,
Radiopuhelimet,
L. Decosne,
Flipper,
Tropical Tobacco,
Simply Red,
Nirvana,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Evens,
Ornette Coleman,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Sherman,
Albert Ayler,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Birthday Party,
Peter and Kerry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eric Dolphy,
Radiohead,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Bar-Kays,
The Kinks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Negative Approach,
Duran Duran,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.