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 Angola and from Manila.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Von Mondo to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grauzone,
Chris Corsano,
John Cale,
Vladislav Delay,
Ossler,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Holt,
Accadde A,
Bootsy Collins,
Rites of Spring,
The Busters,
DJ Sneak,
X-101,
Sound Behaviour,
The Victims,
F. McDonald,
Robert Hood,
Deadbeat,
Big Daddy Kane,
David Axelrod,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Stooges,
Sexual Harrassment,
Susan Cadogan,
Hardrive,
Faust,
The Residents,
H. Thieme,
Fugazi,
Judy Mowatt,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Warsaw,
Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tomorrow,
Heaven 17,
Sällskapet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Sherman,
Marmalade,
The Dead C,
La Düsseldorf,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yaz,
Blancmange,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Barracudas,
The Gap Band,
Fat Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Evens,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rapeman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.