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 Djibouti and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Sonny Sharrock to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Metal Thangz,
DJ Style,
Circle Jerks,
Main Source,
Faraquet,
Skaos,
The Fall,
David Axelrod,
Junior Murvin,
Tubeway Army,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Schoolly D,
Peter & Gordon,
Thompson Twins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
David Bowie,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harmonia,
Half Japanese,
Eddi Front,
Henry Cow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Slackers,
E-Dancer,
Brass Construction,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Prince Buster,
Barry Ungar,
Guru Guru,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marc Almond,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Byron Stingily,
The Modern Lovers,
Silicon Teens,
Buzzcocks,
Hoover,
Bad Manners,
The Gap Band,
Motorama,
The Stooges,
Newcleus,
Khruangbin,
Erasure,
T. Rex,
Alison Limerick,
Dave Gahan,
Quadrant,
Television,
Soft Cell,
Skriet,
Minnie Riperton,
Eric Dolphy,
Robert Görl,
The Associates,
The Standells,
The Tremeloes,
The Remains,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Goldenarms,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.