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 Jamaica and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Brass Construction to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Amon Düül,
Mr. Review,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hot Snakes,
Inner City,
Saccharine Trust,
X-101,
Donald Byrd,
Mo-Dettes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Janne Schatter,
Urselle,
Half Japanese,
D'Angelo,
Black Bananas,
Slick Rick,
Eli Mardock,
Cybotron,
Panda Bear,
The Zeros,
Alice Coltrane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Niagra,
The Fire Engines,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Spandau Ballet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barclay James Harvest,
X-Ray Spex,
Echospace,
Steve Hackett,
Patti Smith,
Pierre Henry,
Livin' Joy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Skriet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mary Jane Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
The Trojans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Groovy Waters,
Deepchord,
Peter and Kerry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Theoretical Girls,
Rakim,
Lou Reed,
Second Layer,
Davy DMX,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soul II Soul,
Rod Modell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Maleditus Sound,
Massinfluence,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bang On A Can,
Circle Jerks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.