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 China and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the rock 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Stiv Bators,
Kerrie Biddell,
Siglo XX,
Youth Brigade,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Althea and Donna,
Scratch Acid,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Anthony Braxton,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nick Fraelich,
Man Eating Sloth,
New York Dolls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Tremeloes,
The Searchers,
Letta Mbulu,
Outsiders,
Danielle Patucci,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brand Nubian,
Warren Ellis,
The Gladiators,
Scion,
Heaven 17,
The Neon Judgement,
the Swans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Darondo,
Mo-Dettes,
Bootsy Collins,
Parry Music,
Thompson Twins,
Lindisfarne,
Jawbox,
Banda Bassotti,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Sherman,
The Zeros,
Ronnie Foster,
Skaos,
Urselle,
Alphaville,
Al Stewart,
Soft Cell,
The Gun Club,
Hoover,
Visage,
Television,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Byrd,
a-ha,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Spandau Ballet,
Jandek,
Nik Kershaw,
Panda Bear,
The Kinks,
Derrick May,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.