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 South Sudan and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 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 Y Pants to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Sugar Minott,
Spoonie Gee,
DJ Style,
Nirvana,
Radiohead,
Fluxion,
Minnie Riperton,
John Holt,
Banda Bassotti,
OOIOO,
The American Breed,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alison Limerick,
Main Source,
Skaos,
the Sonics,
Eddi Front,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Smiths,
Rosa Yemen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Real Kids,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Sonics,
Public Enemy,
These Immortal Souls,
New Order,
Television,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ituana,
Outsiders,
Terrestrial Tones,
Masters at Work,
Mr. Review,
Subhumans,
Leonard Cohen,
CMW,
Camouflage,
Quantec,
Alphaville,
Aural Exciters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Hood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Adolescents,
E-Dancer,
Blancmange,
The Detroit Cobras,
Youth Brigade,
Pussy Galore,
Gichy Dan,
Flipper,
Royal Trux,
Moebius,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Von Mondo,
Vladislav Delay,
Metal Thangz,
ABC,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.