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 Panama and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Donald Fagen 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 Index to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Siglo XX,
The Count Five,
Agent Orange,
Khruangbin,
The Invisible,
EPMD,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Q65,
Kenny Larkin,
Franke,
Anakelly,
Camberwell Now,
Technova,
Ten City,
Wire,
Black Moon,
Faraquet,
Hoover,
Parry Music,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Davy DMX,
Robert Görl,
Fluxion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Shuggie Otis,
Moebius,
Crispy Ambulance,
Intrusion,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Iggy Pop,
K-Klass,
MDC,
Thompson Twins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Litter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joyce Sims,
The Cowsills,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Beau Brummels,
Thee Headcoats,
Eddi Front,
Monolake,
The Barracudas,
Hardrive,
The Moody Blues,
Wolf Eyes,
The Human League,
Toni Rubio,
Pagans,
Echospace,
Mark Hollis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Depeche Mode,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nik Kershaw,
Joe Smooth,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.