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 Kenya and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Zapp to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gastr Del Sol,
Darondo,
Sonic Youth,
Amazonics,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Holt,
Jacob Miller,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sight & Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
Juan Atkins,
DJ Sneak,
cv313,
Cameo,
Dave Gahan,
X-Ray Spex,
Toni Rubio,
Sixth Finger,
Ornette Coleman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Leaves,
Ultra Naté,
Duran Duran,
Sparks,
Joey Negro,
Echospace,
Isaac Hayes,
Pantaleimon,
Supertramp,
Qualms,
Todd Rundgren,
Trumans Water,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stiv Bators,
Monolake,
Excepter,
The Searchers,
Crime,
Stockholm Monsters,
X-101,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultravox,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cowsills,
OOIOO,
The Invisible,
Sandy B,
The Offenders,
James White and The Blacks,
Essential Logic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
In Retrospect,
Soulsonic Force,
Von Mondo,
Gang Green,
Reuben Wilson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roxette,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.