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 Suriname and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Hot Snakes to the electroclash 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane 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 grime 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
T. Rex,
Max Romeo,
Grey Daturas,
Vladislav Delay,
Eddi Front,
Quantec,
Rotary Connection,
China Crisis,
Sonic Youth,
Bootsy Collins,
Lungfish,
Fat Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Massinfluence,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minnie Riperton,
Piero Umiliani,
David Axelrod,
World's Most,
Minny Pops,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sister Nancy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pantytec,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Livin' Joy,
The Smoke,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Normal,
Jeff Mills,
One Last Wish,
kango's stein massive,
The Shadows of Knight,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Saints,
Bang On A Can,
Henry Cow,
The Offenders,
Dual Sessions,
Soft Cell,
Warsaw,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Connie Case,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Warren Ellis,
Zapp,
Bobby Sherman,
Scan 7,
Guru Guru,
Tomorrow,
The Monochrome Set,
Alton Ellis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Janne Schatter,
Khruangbin,
Blossom Toes,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.