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 Somalia 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the crunk 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Gregory Isaacs,
Suburban Knight,
The Wake,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
FM Einheit,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deakin,
JFA,
Alice Coltrane,
Make Up,
Khruangbin,
the Slits,
LL Cool J,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mantronix,
Chris & Cosey,
The Seeds,
Bizarre Inc.,
Talk Talk,
Kayak,
Jerry's Kids,
Dual Sessions,
Neil Young,
Sonny Sharrock,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Move,
Ultimate Spinach,
Erykah Badu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultravox,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Girls At Our Best!,
Steve Hackett,
the Soft Cell,
The Trojans,
The Invisible,
Robert Görl,
Young Marble Giants,
The Doors,
Eric Copeland,
Avey Tare,
The Gladiators,
Tres Demented,
Nas,
Thee Headcoats,
Gichy Dan,
Thompson Twins,
Spandau Ballet,
Judy Mowatt,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pylon,
The Monks,
Pagans,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Evens,
Vladislav Delay,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.