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 Dominican Republic and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Basic Channel to the crunk 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Duran Duran,
June of 44,
The Raincoats,
Public Image Ltd.,
Au Pairs,
Pylon,
Vainqueur,
Lou Reed,
Fad Gadget,
Easy Going,
The Music Machine,
The Martian,
Dennis Brown,
The Moody Blues,
New York Dolls,
Soulsonic Force,
Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlback,
UT,
Maurizio,
Eric Dolphy,
Camouflage,
Cybotron,
Quadrant,
Bobby Womack,
Chrome,
Roxy Music,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sugar Minott,
Kool Moe Dee,
Saccharine Trust,
Amon Düül,
In Retrospect,
Kaleidoscope,
One Last Wish,
The Blues Magoos,
Bluetip,
Shoche,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vladislav Delay,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Smog,
The Mojo Men,
Pagans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hardrive,
Avey Tare,
Faust,
Barbara Tucker,
Parry Music,
Warsaw,
Sixth Finger,
K-Klass,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeru the Damaja,
Funky Four + One,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.