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 Taiwan and from Hong Kong.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
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 Soft Cell to the disco 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Simply Red,
Joe Smooth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dead Boys,
Todd Terry,
Erykah Badu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Byrd,
Crime,
FM Einheit,
Ultra Naté,
Franke,
Arcadia,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deadbeat,
The Flesh Eaters,
Thompson Twins,
Nick Fraelich,
Marine Girls,
Wally Richardson,
R.M.O.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Qualms,
Black Bananas,
Kaleidoscope,
Harpers Bizarre,
Curtis Mayfield,
Todd Rundgren,
Faraquet,
Silicon Teens,
Fear,
The Residents,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barry Ungar,
D'Angelo,
Ice-T,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Pop Group,
Lucky Dragons,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Agent Orange,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Intrusion,
Tubeway Army,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Prince Buster,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Cale,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Remains,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Max Romeo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang Gang Dance,
World's Most,
Black Pus,
Dennis Brown,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.