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 Ireland and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 Dead Boys to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Porter Ricks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Y Pants,
Panda Bear,
Henry Cow,
DJ Sneak,
Flipper,
Bauhaus,
Aaron Thompson,
The Monks,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roxy Music,
John Foxx,
Bang On A Can,
Matthew Halsall,
Nation of Ulysses,
Carl Craig,
John Lydon,
La Düsseldorf,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang Green,
the Germs,
Sight & Sound,
Outsiders,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Colin Newman,
The Human League,
The Birthday Party,
The Mummies,
The Star Department,
Crash Course in Science,
Au Pairs,
Visage,
Heaven 17,
Freddie Wadling,
Peter & Gordon,
Blossom Toes,
The Grass Roots,
The Blues Magoos,
The Smiths,
Kevin Saunderson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pole,
Deepchord,
Gong,
Niagra,
These Immortal Souls,
Amazonics,
Scrapy,
ABC,
The Saints,
Make Up,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bootsy Collins,
Althea and Donna,
Kerri Chandler,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.