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 Zambia and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Crispy Ambulance to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Khruangbin,
Donald Byrd,
Nils Olav,
The Walker Brothers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jeff Mills,
Ponytail,
Glenn Branca,
Make Up,
Man Eating Sloth,
Robert Görl,
China Crisis,
Vainqueur,
Rosa Yemen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Janne Schatter,
The Zeros,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minutemen,
Susan Cadogan,
Derrick May,
Camouflage,
Arcadia,
Yellowson,
Nirvana,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Young Rascals,
Funky Four + One,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultra Naté,
The Doors,
Chris Corsano,
Minnie Riperton,
Aswad,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
James White and The Blacks,
The Blackbyrds,
Camberwell Now,
UT,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Slackers,
Joyce Sims,
Quadrant,
Eli Mardock,
Q and Not U,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Moon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Colin Newman,
Popol Vuh,
Dawn Penn,
Drexciya,
Young Marble Giants,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Move,
The Wake,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.