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 Saudi Arabia and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 Sad Lovers and Giants 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Names,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Silicon Teens,
Cymande,
Ultravox,
Tim Buckley,
the Slits,
Fluxion,
Pet Shop Boys,
Adolescents,
Cecil Taylor,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Youth Brigade,
The Fire Engines,
Roxette,
DJ Style,
Saccharine Trust,
John Foxx,
Howard Jones,
John Coltrane,
The Offenders,
Main Source,
B.T. Express,
Pussy Galore,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ornette Coleman,
Spoonie Gee,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Unwound,
Cal Tjader,
Schoolly D,
Blancmange,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Agent Orange,
Blossom Toes,
Max Romeo,
Section 25,
Jeff Mills,
Toni Rubio,
Funky Four + One,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kas Product,
Archie Shepp,
DNA,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minnie Riperton,
Al Stewart,
The Gun Club,
R.M.O.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sun Ra,
Delta 5,
Harmonia,
Dead Boys,
Babytalk,
Brass Construction,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.