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 Cuba and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 The Motions to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Godley & Creme,
Nirvana,
Depeche Mode,
Organ,
Dead Boys,
John Lydon,
Stetsasonic,
Pierre Henry,
Alice Coltrane,
The Angels of Light,
Jawbox,
The Doobie Brothers,
The American Breed,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Index,
Agitation Free,
E-Dancer,
Tears for Fears,
Scion,
Donald Byrd,
John Foxx,
Darondo,
Franke,
Angry Samoans,
Peter and Kerry,
Boz Scaggs,
Porter Ricks,
Accadde A,
Banda Bassotti,
H. Thieme,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Iggy Pop,
Con Funk Shun,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Neil Young,
Tomorrow,
The Names,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Oblivians,
Echospace,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Anthony Braxton,
Whodini,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Stooges,
Thompson Twins,
Circle Jerks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fatback Band,
The Motions,
Mantronix,
Visage,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Pus,
Donny Hathaway,
China Crisis,
the Bar-Kays,
Khruangbin,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.