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 Hungary and from Halifax.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 Marmalade to the jazz 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Porter Ricks,
ABBA,
Audionom,
The Black Dice,
Amon Düül II,
Monolake,
Wolf Eyes,
Kaleidoscope,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Star Department,
Barry Ungar,
David Axelrod,
Stiv Bators,
The Red Krayola,
Ultravox,
Archie Shepp,
Anthony Braxton,
Aural Exciters,
Accadde A,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gabor Szabo,
Neil Young,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Patti Smith,
The Evens,
CMW,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jeff Mills,
ABC,
Ponytail,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Monochrome Set,
Sex Pistols,
Mandrill,
Bobby Sherman,
Max Romeo,
Simply Red,
Iggy Pop,
Quantec,
Kerrie Biddell,
Moby Grape,
The Monks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Big Daddy Kane,
UT,
Absolute Body Control,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Robert Hood,
Newcleus,
Zero Boys,
The Fugs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Outsiders,
Camberwell Now,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Youth Brigade,
Blossom Toes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rod Modell,
Morten Harket,
Pantaleimon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.