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 Cambodia and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 E-Dancer to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Colin Newman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Coltrane,
Wally Richardson,
The Mummies,
La Düsseldorf,
Quantec,
Second Layer,
Black Pus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soft Cell,
Sam Rivers,
Monks,
Can,
Jerry's Kids,
Nico,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Move,
Panda Bear,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Byrd,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Christie,
Pylon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Newcleus,
Eve St. Jones,
Josef K,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Star Department,
Malaria!,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Warren Ellis,
John Lydon,
Electric Prunes,
Depeche Mode,
The Durutti Column,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Smoke,
Groovy Waters,
Pere Ubu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Spandau Ballet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Todd Rundgren,
Sound Behaviour,
The American Breed,
David Bowie,
Qualms,
Connie Case,
Silicon Teens,
Jeru the Damaja,
Susan Cadogan,
Mission of Burma,
The Zeros,
Supertramp,
The Offenders,
Ronnie Foster,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.