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 Greece and from Beijing.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Victims to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gap Band,
Minor Threat,
The Trojans,
Bill Wells,
John Coltrane,
Make Up,
Minutemen,
Deadbeat,
X-Ray Spex,
Sight & Sound,
10cc,
Ponytail,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tim Buckley,
Sonic Youth,
Qualms,
kango's stein massive,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Harpers Bizarre,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Popol Vuh,
June Days,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Henry Cow,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soft Machine,
Barbara Tucker,
Johnny Clarke,
Scratch Acid,
Monks,
B.T. Express,
Massinfluence,
Deepchord,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sandy B,
Arcadia,
Fela Kuti,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Absolute Body Control,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cybotron,
Davy DMX,
AZ,
Chris & Cosey,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Andrew Hill,
Judy Mowatt,
Delta 5,
The Pop Group,
Jeff Mills,
ABC,
Porter Ricks,
L. Decosne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Altered Images,
New Age Steppers,
Mission of Burma,
Audionom,
Barrington Levy,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.