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 Cyprus and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Essential Logic to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Scientists,
The Fortunes,
The Star Department,
Traffic Nightmare,
MDC,
10cc,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mandrill,
Ituana,
The Standells,
Pere Ubu,
Jandek,
Ken Boothe,
Au Pairs,
Charles Mingus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wally Richardson,
Fat Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Henry Cow,
F. McDonald,
The Vogues,
Television Personalities,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Malaria!,
Sällskapet,
The Knickerbockers,
Spandau Ballet,
June Days,
Fugazi,
Wasted Youth,
The Shadows of Knight,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Q and Not U,
Darondo,
The Kinks,
Clear Light,
Average White Band,
Youth Brigade,
Aural Exciters,
Nick Fraelich,
a-ha,
The Invisible,
Michelle Simonal,
The Angels of Light,
The Associates,
Sister Nancy,
ABBA,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Niagra,
The Beau Brummels,
Steve Hackett,
Rhythm & Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
Glenn Branca,
Altered Images,
Big Daddy Kane,
Byron Stingily,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.