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 Algeria and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Doobie Brothers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aaron Thompson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sam Rivers,
Jandek,
Maurizio,
Rekid,
Circle Jerks,
the Association,
Matthew Halsall,
Bill Near,
Aural Exciters,
Nik Kershaw,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nirvana,
Davy DMX,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pole,
T.S.O.L.,
CMW,
Lyres,
The Slackers,
Duran Duran,
Black Bananas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Arab on Radar,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
X-102,
Jimmy McGriff,
Malaria!,
Amon Düül,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
June of 44,
Delta 5,
Depeche Mode,
Kayak,
Nico,
Essential Logic,
Cybotron,
Gang of Four,
The Wake,
Q and Not U,
Heaven 17,
Roxette,
The Birthday Party,
Underground Resistance,
Anthony Braxton,
Janne Schatter,
Joyce Sims,
Steve Hackett,
The Velvet Underground,
The Zeros,
Franke,
Skaos,
Cameo,
The Happenings,
Babytalk,
Grey Daturas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gerry Rafferty,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.