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 Switzerland and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Whodini,
Dennis Brown,
Brand Nubian,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Chris & Cosey,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barbara Tucker,
Scott Walker,
Japan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Royal Trux,
48th St. Collective,
Chris Corsano,
Swans,
Arcadia,
Deepchord,
The Index,
The Moleskins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Germs,
Matthew Halsall,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lindisfarne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jacob Miller,
Nirvana,
Tommy Roe,
Fat Boys,
Sällskapet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Symarip,
Cal Tjader,
Camouflage,
Mark Hollis,
Fad Gadget,
Laurel Aitken,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Sherman,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Searchers,
Flipper,
Adolescents,
Henry Cow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bluetip,
Unwound,
Subhumans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aloha Tigers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Boredoms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
T.S.O.L.,
The Stooges,
Quadrant,
Lou Reed,
The Young Rascals,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Shoche,
Junior Murvin,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.