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 Switzerland and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet 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 The Divine Comedy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Sherman,
X-Ray Spex,
Amazonics,
Flipper,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Slick Rick,
Ludus,
The Associates,
The Gun Club,
Scott Walker,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Moody Blues,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rod Modell,
Eurythmics,
Gang of Four,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Mojo Men,
Outsiders,
Porter Ricks,
Theoretical Girls,
Blossom Toes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aural Exciters,
Graham Central Station,
Bob Dylan,
Parry Music,
Mark Hollis,
The Monks,
Michelle Simonal,
Eric Copeland,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Normal,
Unwound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dual Sessions,
The Smiths,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Youth Brigade,
Harry Pussy,
Average White Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Donald Byrd,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jawbox,
In Retrospect,
Soul II Soul,
Zero Boys,
Q and Not U,
Minny Pops,
The Doobie Brothers,
Man Parrish,
Sight & Sound,
the Association,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marine Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.