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 Bolivia and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mantronix 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Susan Cadogan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ten City,
Stereo Dub,
Minutemen,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Misunderstood,
Sandy B,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Techniques,
Nas,
Scott Walker,
Moby Grape,
Excepter,
Yellowson,
Jeff Mills,
Thee Headcoats,
Mission of Burma,
June of 44,
Siglo XX,
Chrome,
Crispian St. Peters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
PIL,
Laurel Aitken,
Pussy Galore,
Bauhaus,
F. McDonald,
T. Rex,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fortunes,
The Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Echospace,
Cecil Taylor,
Lower 48,
June Days,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Y Pants,
Graham Central Station,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jawbox,
Soul II Soul,
The Blues Magoos,
Essential Logic,
Marmalade,
Cluster,
Peter and Kerry,
Althea and Donna,
Minnie Riperton,
Faraquet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Faust,
Dorothy Ashby,
H. Thieme,
Godley & Creme,
Q and Not U,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lindisfarne,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.