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 Portugal and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 Leonard Cohen to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gun Club,
Faraquet,
the Germs,
Urselle,
Mantronix,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cecil Taylor,
The Kinks,
Easy Going,
The Fugs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Underground Resistance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Darondo,
Liliput,
Camberwell Now,
Mo-Dettes,
X-Ray Spex,
One Last Wish,
Au Pairs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Popol Vuh,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Porter Ricks,
Inner City,
Henry Cow,
Oblivians,
The Buckinghams,
ABBA,
The Smoke,
Organ,
Shoche,
Thompson Twins,
Boredoms,
Masters at Work,
The Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
David Bowie,
The Pretty Things,
Yazoo,
Pere Ubu,
Ossler,
48th St. Collective,
Gong,
Yellowson,
Schoolly D,
Half Japanese,
Gang Gang Dance,
Byron Stingily,
June Days,
Interpol,
Danielle Patucci,
Spoonie Gee,
Ronan,
Glenn Branca,
Chrome,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.