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 Libya and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Barry Ungar to the disco 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
New Age Steppers,
The Zeros,
the Bar-Kays,
Circle Jerks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alphaville,
Section 25,
AZ,
KRS-One,
Liliput,
Cymande,
Trumans Water,
Bill Near,
Matthew Halsall,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Infiniti,
Subhumans,
Peter and Kerry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Spandau Ballet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Martian,
Au Pairs,
The Techniques,
John Lydon,
The Count Five,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Remains,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Sheep,
Stiv Bators,
The Fuzztones,
Moby Grape,
Warsaw,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minor Threat,
Procol Harum,
Lalann,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yazoo,
Young Marble Giants,
Blossom Toes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nirvana,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Inner City,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fatback Band,
Cal Tjader,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The United States of America,
Television Personalities,
The Litter,
Bauhaus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Slick Rick,
Neu!,
Tom Boy,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.