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 Poland and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 Lindisfarne to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Essential Logic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grey Daturas,
Danielle Patucci,
Talk Talk,
The Doors,
Ultra Naté,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Bananas,
Morten Harket,
Aswad,
48th St. Collective,
Visage,
Quantec,
Can,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bad Manners,
Soft Machine,
Radio Birdman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Symarip,
Groovy Waters,
Derrick Morgan,
the Slits,
Yellowson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Outsiders,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Patti Smith,
Spandau Ballet,
Mantronix,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tubeway Army,
Alphaville,
Lucky Dragons,
Susan Cadogan,
EPMD,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Heaven 17,
The Standells,
Yusef Lateef,
Ornette Coleman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Radiohead,
Dark Day,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Circle Jerks,
Clear Light,
The Golliwogs,
Funkadelic,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
L. Decosne,
Roxy Music,
Black Moon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scott Walker,
Sparks,
The Smiths,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.