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 Tanzania and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Holger Czukay 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 Clear Light to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
China Crisis,
The Selecter,
Andrew Hill,
The Victims,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Blake Baxter,
In Retrospect,
Niagra,
Procol Harum,
Bob Dylan,
the Germs,
E-Dancer,
Chrome,
The Durutti Column,
The Gun Club,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ten City,
Matthew Bourne,
The Moleskins,
Guru Guru,
D'Angelo,
The Slits,
The Golliwogs,
Pere Ubu,
Ultravox,
David McCallum,
Lindisfarne,
Flipper,
Subhumans,
Rakim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soft Cell,
Steve Hackett,
Howard Jones,
Quantec,
Loose Ends,
F. McDonald,
The Fire Engines,
Ronan,
The Fall,
Erykah Badu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Warren Ellis,
Hot Snakes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Moody Blues,
Pole,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Kinks,
Kaleidoscope,
Joensuu 1685,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
U.S. Maple,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cybotron,
Roger Hodgson,
Jerry's Kids,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Amon Düül II,
Harry Pussy,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.