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 Latvia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 Five Americans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bluetip,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blake Baxter,
Sandy B,
Crooked Eye,
AZ,
Jeff Lynne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Throbbing Gristle,
Niagra,
John Cale,
Ludus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gap Band,
H. Thieme,
Crime,
Idris Muhammad,
Hardrive,
Television,
Camouflage,
The Birthday Party,
Monks,
Scratch Acid,
Bob Dylan,
Prince Buster,
Khruangbin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rakim,
Nik Kershaw,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sparks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bad Manners,
The Move,
Gregory Isaacs,
Derrick May,
Fela Kuti,
Ossler,
the Bar-Kays,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Beau Brummels,
The Flesh Eaters,
Second Layer,
Skaos,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Real Kids,
Minny Pops,
the Normal,
Easy Going,
It's A Beautiful Day,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Susan Cadogan,
Duran Duran,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Saints,
F. McDonald,
The Litter,
Boz Scaggs,
Tomorrow,
Animal Collective,
Gastr Del Sol,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.