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 Slovakia and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
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 güiro 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 Depeche Mode to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter and Kerry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Young Marble Giants,
cv313,
X-102,
Bronski Beat,
Pussy Galore,
Slave,
The Standells,
Deakin,
The Martian,
Eric B and Rakim,
Royal Trux,
John Cale,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Flesh Eaters,
Quando Quango,
Yellowson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Josef K,
Juan Atkins,
Don Cherry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Albert Ayler,
Jerry's Kids,
Sugar Minott,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Motions,
The Fugs,
Chris & Cosey,
Glambeats Corp.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Blues Magoos,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Average White Band,
Arab on Radar,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Moody Blues,
Duran Duran,
Lungfish,
Sound Behaviour,
Patti Smith,
Jeff Mills,
Kas Product,
Delta 5,
The Pretty Things,
Das Ding,
U.S. Maple,
The Red Krayola,
Tomorrow,
The Trojans,
Barry Ungar,
Nico,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moby Grape,
The Slits,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.