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 France and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Todd Rundgren to the techno 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Adolescents,
Crooked Eye,
Traffic Nightmare,
Colin Newman,
Dual Sessions,
Cheater Slicks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cramps,
Bobby Womack,
The Walker Brothers,
Soul II Soul,
Circle Jerks,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Flipper,
The Vogues,
Ohio Players,
Soulsonic Force,
Soft Machine,
Nils Olav,
Hardrive,
Desert Stars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Misunderstood,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sister Nancy,
Lindisfarne,
the Swans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Steve Hackett,
Neu!,
Popol Vuh,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Thompson Twins,
Basic Channel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sonic Youth,
Buzzcocks,
Ronan,
The Move,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sparks,
Massinfluence,
Mantronix,
Tears for Fears,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tommy Roe,
Lalo Schifrin,
Andrew Hill,
Laurel Aitken,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
La Düsseldorf,
Sam Rivers,
Warren Ellis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultra Naté,
The Count Five,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.