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 Kiribati and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Quando Quango to the jazz 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Yusef Lateef,
F. McDonald,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Buckinghams,
Main Source,
Babytalk,
Maleditus Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Todd Rundgren,
Mission of Burma,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barrington Levy,
The Names,
Icehouse,
Rosa Yemen,
Average White Band,
Sight & Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
Magma,
Soft Cell,
Little Man,
Alton Ellis,
Hoover,
Bizarre Inc.,
EPMD,
Roger Hodgson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Todd Terry,
Television,
John Holt,
Joy Division,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Lydon,
Eddi Front,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Move,
Barry Ungar,
Animal Collective,
Eli Mardock,
Brand Nubian,
Tres Demented,
The Young Rascals,
Shoche,
Supertramp,
Byron Stingily,
The Blackbyrds,
Scientists,
The Busters,
Bad Manners,
These Immortal Souls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Howard Jones,
Moebius,
Soft Machine,
Minor Threat,
Shuggie Otis,
Nils Olav,
Television Personalities,
Blake Baxter,
Fela Kuti,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.