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 Fiji and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 The Detroit Cobras to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ten City,
Hardrive,
Masters at Work,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
PIL,
Funky Four + One,
Television,
Andrew Hill,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Shoche,
The Knickerbockers,
The Slackers,
Pantytec,
The Real Kids,
Q and Not U,
Underground Resistance,
Eden Ahbez,
Hasil Adkins,
John Foxx,
Bang On A Can,
Japan,
Jeff Mills,
Minny Pops,
Soul II Soul,
The American Breed,
Bauhaus,
Half Japanese,
China Crisis,
Lucky Dragons,
FM Einheit,
Spandau Ballet,
DJ Style,
MDC,
Idris Muhammad,
Barbara Tucker,
Simply Red,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Quando Quango,
Skaos,
Banda Bassotti,
The Music Machine,
The Move,
MC5,
The Index,
Zero Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fad Gadget,
X-102,
Glambeats Corp.,
In Retrospect,
Anthony Braxton,
Nik Kershaw,
the Bar-Kays,
Urselle,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pierre Henry,
Jeff Lynne,
Parry Music,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.