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 London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Guru Guru to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Stooges,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Slits,
Mark Hollis,
The Buckinghams,
Throbbing Gristle,
Delta 5,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neu!,
E-Dancer,
Scrapy,
Rufus Thomas,
Accadde A,
Sällskapet,
Infiniti,
Pantaleimon,
Ultra Naté,
Qualms,
Marc Almond,
The Mummies,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eddi Front,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gap Band,
Popol Vuh,
Brick,
Scientists,
ABC,
Zero Boys,
Brass Construction,
Andrew Hill,
Black Sheep,
Wings,
The Star Department,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eric Dolphy,
the Germs,
The J.B.'s,
Pagans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Divine Comedy,
Ronan,
Quando Quango,
The Victims,
Can,
Alice Coltrane,
Talk Talk,
Gichy Dan,
Drexciya,
Trumans Water,
Lebanon Hanover,
Oneida,
Pussy Galore,
The Techniques,
The Saints,
The Electric Prunes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.