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 Argentina and from New York.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Scratch Acid to the techno 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Magma,
Unwound,
Aaron Thompson,
The Count Five,
Fad Gadget,
Hot Snakes,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Traffic Nightmare,
David Axelrod,
The Smoke,
Wally Richardson,
Wasted Youth,
Heaven 17,
Black Sheep,
Rod Modell,
Chris Corsano,
The Barracudas,
Carl Craig,
Mars,
Warsaw,
The United States of America,
Simply Red,
The J.B.'s,
The Knickerbockers,
Pussy Galore,
Suicide,
Visage,
Dave Gahan,
Pere Ubu,
The Walker Brothers,
Al Stewart,
Jandek,
Sällskapet,
Lungfish,
Delta 5,
Skarface,
The Dirtbombs,
The Wake,
the Swans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Offenders,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Stooges,
Nico,
The Slackers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fugs,
Brick,
Little Man,
the Slits,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kaleidoscope,
James White and The Blacks,
Danielle Patucci,
Man Eating Sloth,
Au Pairs,
Fear,
Average White Band,
Procol Harum,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.