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 Croatia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Niagra to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Tim Buckley,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Tremeloes,
Robert Görl,
Susan Cadogan,
Sarah Menescal,
Newcleus,
the Bar-Kays,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Trumans Water,
Flipper,
Iggy Pop,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
X-101,
Rakim,
The Remains,
Patti Smith,
DNA,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rekid,
Mark Hollis,
This Heat,
Mars,
Maleditus Sound,
Neil Young,
Donny Hathaway,
Delon & Dalcan,
Simply Red,
Alison Limerick,
The Star Department,
Angry Samoans,
Rod Modell,
Quando Quango,
Leonard Cohen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Erasure,
Gong,
The Litter,
Davy DMX,
The New Christs,
Qualms,
Agitation Free,
In Retrospect,
Eric Copeland,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camouflage,
Jeff Lynne,
Adolescents,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
kango's stein massive,
Motorama,
Todd Rundgren,
JFA,
Pantytec,
Dave Gahan,
Kaleidoscope,
Average White Band,
The Red Krayola,
Moss Icon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Prince Buster,
Robert Hood,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.