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 Spain and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lindisfarne to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sam Rivers,
Dual Sessions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jerry's Kids,
Gastr Del Sol,
Freddie Wadling,
The Moody Blues,
Jacob Miller,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Khruangbin,
Al Stewart,
Robert Hood,
Stereo Dub,
Mission of Burma,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Maleditus Sound,
Roxy Music,
Rod Modell,
Moebius,
Altered Images,
The Standells,
Desert Stars,
Smog,
Max Romeo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Adolescents,
Connie Case,
Silicon Teens,
The United States of America,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Slackers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alton Ellis,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jacques Brel,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Colin Newman,
La Düsseldorf,
Brass Construction,
The Litter,
Faust,
Boredoms,
Surgeon,
Mo-Dettes,
Sixth Finger,
Nik Kershaw,
Sugar Minott,
Joe Smooth,
David Bowie,
The Cowsills,
The Fugs,
The Tremeloes,
Vladislav Delay,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kerri Chandler,
Ludus,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.