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 New Zealand and from Lagos.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the jazz 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scientists,
Fad Gadget,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Reed,
New Age Steppers,
Pulsallama,
Suburban Knight,
Clear Light,
The Stooges,
Soul Sonic Force,
Infiniti,
Pere Ubu,
Minutemen,
Arcadia,
Siglo XX,
Loose Ends,
Hot Snakes,
Grandmaster Flash,
kango's stein massive,
Audionom,
Gang Starr,
The Offenders,
Easy Going,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Zeros,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Young Rascals,
The Remains,
The United States of America,
Tubeway Army,
The Golliwogs,
Das Ding,
the Soft Cell,
Tim Buckley,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Inner City,
Delta 5,
Simply Red,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Boz Scaggs,
X-101,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crooked Eye,
Parry Music,
Gang of Four,
The Fuzztones,
Ultravox,
Black Moon,
Theoretical Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bush Tetras,
Oblivians,
Minor Threat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Shoche,
The Pretty Things,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Goldenarms,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.