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 Vietnam and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 Soul Sonic Force to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Gong,
Aural Exciters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Popol Vuh,
Bush Tetras,
Basic Channel,
Reuben Wilson,
Talk Talk,
Mo-Dettes,
Newcleus,
Tim Buckley,
Supertramp,
Bobby Byrd,
La Düsseldorf,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Moody Blues,
Banda Bassotti,
Babytalk,
The Grass Roots,
Youth Brigade,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wally Richardson,
Cybotron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Anthony Braxton,
Spandau Ballet,
a-ha,
the Germs,
Shoche,
The Dave Clark Five,
Country Teasers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Masters at Work,
Los Fastidios,
Accadde A,
The Wake,
The Fugs,
Erykah Badu,
The Martian,
Barrington Levy,
Circle Jerks,
Bang On A Can,
FM Einheit,
Gil Scott Heron,
Y Pants,
Parry Music,
The Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Index,
Thompson Twins,
UT,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mummies,
Franke,
the Slits,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Prince Buster,
The Star Department,
Joensuu 1685,
Joey Negro,
Connie Case,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.