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 Bhutan and from Houston.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
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 güiro 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 Kaleidoscope to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
The Star Department,
Nick Fraelich,
The Grass Roots,
Jeru the Damaja,
Khruangbin,
Peter & Gordon,
Aswad,
Massinfluence,
Television,
Gang Gang Dance,
Johnny Clarke,
Hasil Adkins,
Brass Construction,
One Last Wish,
The Pop Group,
Supertramp,
Prince Buster,
The Count Five,
Dave Gahan,
Bill Wells,
John Cale,
The Mummies,
Bobby Sherman,
The Pretty Things,
Jacques Brel,
Model 500,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Skarface,
The Sound,
The Slits,
Erykah Badu,
Maurizio,
Bauhaus,
Tommy Roe,
Bang On A Can,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scratch Acid,
Erasure,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Zapp,
Swell Maps,
Big Daddy Kane,
K-Klass,
Lower 48,
Lindisfarne,
Steve Hackett,
Dennis Brown,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Moody Blues,
Dorothy Ashby,
Porter Ricks,
The Index,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nico,
Los Fastidios,
Spoonie Gee,
Soulsonic Force,
The Blackbyrds,
Cameo,
Ludus,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.