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 Romania and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
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 oboe 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Neu!,
Marvin Gaye,
Whodini,
The Seeds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Excepter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nas,
Joensuu 1685,
Tom Boy,
Jacques Brel,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lightning Bolt,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joy Division,
Yazoo,
Skarface,
The Martian,
Minor Threat,
Mo-Dettes,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Reed,
Babytalk,
Shuggie Otis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Procol Harum,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minny Pops,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ponytail,
T.S.O.L.,
Parry Music,
The Blackbyrds,
Joe Smooth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cameo,
Joe Finger,
Brick,
The Mummies,
Gong,
Eddi Front,
Johnny Clarke,
10cc,
Silicon Teens,
Quantec,
Morten Harket,
Mandrill,
CMW,
Bobby Byrd,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Boredoms,
Scratch Acid,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roy Ayers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soft Cell,
Ultra Naté,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.