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 Uruguay and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Agent Orange to the disco 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Guru Guru,
Johnny Clarke,
The Mojo Men,
Roxy Music,
Tubeway Army,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Letta Mbulu,
Radiohead,
Hardrive,
Young Marble Giants,
a-ha,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Danielle Patucci,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bronski Beat,
Dennis Brown,
Mission of Burma,
the Normal,
Flipper,
Man Eating Sloth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Spoonie Gee,
Big Daddy Kane,
Japan,
A Certain Ratio,
Magma,
Moebius,
cv313,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Move,
Marmalade,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Masters at Work,
The Saints,
The Count Five,
JFA,
Blancmange,
Bill Wells,
Jawbox,
The Golliwogs,
Vladislav Delay,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Buzzcocks,
Black Pus,
Cameo,
Avey Tare,
Alice Coltrane,
Sonny Sharrock,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Neon Judgement,
Roxette,
Pere Ubu,
Godley & Creme,
The Searchers,
the Human League,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arthur Verocai,
Joyce Sims,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.