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 Liberia and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Patti Smith to the crunk 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Urselle,
Visage,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jacob Miller,
Arthur Verocai,
Althea and Donna,
Heaven 17,
Marcia Griffiths,
Second Layer,
Steve Hackett,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Howard Jones,
Echospace,
Dave Gahan,
The Cowsills,
Yazoo,
The Walker Brothers,
Scott Walker,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pussy Galore,
Dead Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wings,
Jandek,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Idris Muhammad,
Nas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Trojans,
Qualms,
Rosa Yemen,
the Swans,
Marvin Gaye,
Thompson Twins,
Roy Ayers,
Andrew Hill,
T. Rex,
The Residents,
Unrelated Segments,
Rakim,
Suicide,
Shuggie Otis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Iggy Pop,
Fifty Foot Hose,
David Bowie,
Todd Terry,
Black Sheep,
Sam Rivers,
The Buckinghams,
Ludus,
The Busters,
the Association,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tears for Fears,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bad Manners,
Inner City,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.