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 Ukraine and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Skatalites,
The Slackers,
Brothers Johnson,
Interpol,
China Crisis,
The Sonics,
The Knickerbockers,
Can,
Ohio Players,
Malaria!,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Sherman,
Rod Modell,
Parry Music,
Heaven 17,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gun Club,
Kerri Chandler,
The Velvet Underground,
the Sonics,
Barry Ungar,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bad Manners,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Music Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sex Pistols,
Drexciya,
Buzzcocks,
Chris Corsano,
CMW,
Pere Ubu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scan 7,
ABBA,
Scientists,
Mission of Burma,
Gang Green,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Monolake,
Clear Light,
The Neon Judgement,
Deepchord,
Matthew Halsall,
The Smoke,
The Doors,
Q and Not U,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gong,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
In Retrospect,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
Metal Thangz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Funkadelic,
Panda Bear,
Reagan Youth,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.