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 Croatia and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Sly & The Family Stone,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Charles Mingus,
Interpol,
Dual Sessions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Beau Brummels,
Minnie Riperton,
Letta Mbulu,
Tres Demented,
Rakim,
Steve Hackett,
Amon Düül II,
Wasted Youth,
Black Flag,
Warren Ellis,
In Retrospect,
Althea and Donna,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skaos,
Monks,
H. Thieme,
Black Bananas,
The Busters,
Pagans,
Unwound,
Thompson Twins,
The Knickerbockers,
Derrick Morgan,
Crooked Eye,
Harmonia,
Infiniti,
Stockholm Monsters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Duran Duran,
Graham Central Station,
Electric Prunes,
Erasure,
Ludus,
Bobby Byrd,
Eurythmics,
Los Fastidios,
Nick Fraelich,
Byron Stingily,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chris Corsano,
Grauzone,
The Pretty Things,
Janne Schatter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roxette,
Man Eating Sloth,
Robert Hood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Music Machine,
Marine Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.