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 Nauru and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lindisfarne to the dance 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Aloha Tigers,
The Velvet Underground,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gong,
The Leaves,
Robert Hood,
These Immortal Souls,
The Victims,
The Wake,
The Gap Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Essential Logic,
Ultravox,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Susan Cadogan,
Marine Girls,
R.M.O.,
Wings,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aural Exciters,
Althea and Donna,
This Heat,
Nils Olav,
Duran Duran,
Tom Boy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Womack,
The Litter,
Supertramp,
The Happenings,
Pere Ubu,
Porter Ricks,
Steve Hackett,
James White and The Blacks,
Ronnie Foster,
June of 44,
The Blues Magoos,
8 Eyed Spy,
MDC,
Aaron Thompson,
Grauzone,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Man Parrish,
Circle Jerks,
Outsiders,
Excepter,
the Sonics,
The Gories,
The Index,
Harry Pussy,
The Smiths,
Camberwell Now,
Tommy Roe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gil Scott Heron,
Second Layer,
The Toasters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Buzzcocks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.