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 Burkina and from Beijing.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sound Behaviour to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cure,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Normal,
Al Stewart,
Con Funk Shun,
Byron Stingily,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joey Negro,
Organ,
Tom Boy,
Spoonie Gee,
Loose Ends,
Fluxion,
Kevin Saunderson,
Arcadia,
Unrelated Segments,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultra Naté,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Sheep,
Minnie Riperton,
KRS-One,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DNA,
Talk Talk,
Black Pus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Desert Stars,
Tres Demented,
Second Layer,
Smog,
The Sonics,
The Velvet Underground,
Dead Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amon Düül,
Jacques Brel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rod Modell,
The Red Krayola,
Moby Grape,
Camberwell Now,
Electric Prunes,
Connie Case,
Joensuu 1685,
Brass Construction,
Eve St. Jones,
Pantytec,
John Lydon,
Jandek,
PIL,
The Monks,
Leonard Cohen,
Marc Almond,
Black Moon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Skriet,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.