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 Congo and from Taipei.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
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 rhodes 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 Jandek to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nico,
Toni Rubio,
Parry Music,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barry Ungar,
Severed Heads,
Main Source,
Rod Modell,
The Remains,
Joensuu 1685,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cecil Taylor,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter and Kerry,
Blancmange,
Sugar Minott,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rosa Yemen,
Crash Course in Science,
Essential Logic,
The Saints,
Ultra Naté,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Connie Case,
Adolescents,
the Normal,
Depeche Mode,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Negative Approach,
Judy Mowatt,
ABBA,
Alphaville,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sister Nancy,
Tim Buckley,
Liliput,
One Last Wish,
Urselle,
Leonard Cohen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Supertramp,
Buzzcocks,
Massinfluence,
The Cure,
Max Romeo,
Section 25,
The Blues Magoos,
Carl Craig,
Swans,
Anthony Braxton,
Ohio Players,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ornette Coleman,
the Association,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.