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 Cape Verde and from Hong Kong.
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 Woodstock and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 The Victims to the techno 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Guru Guru,
Fifty Foot Hose,
David McCallum,
Harry Pussy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultravox,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mission of Burma,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joey Negro,
Audionom,
The Smoke,
Lalann,
Pulsallama,
EPMD,
Massinfluence,
Black Moon,
Groovy Waters,
X-Ray Spex,
Echospace,
Jawbox,
Isaac Hayes,
The Five Americans,
Gabor Szabo,
Boz Scaggs,
Wally Richardson,
the Swans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cecil Taylor,
Lungfish,
The Barracudas,
Deadbeat,
Scan 7,
Henry Cow,
Kas Product,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Malaria!,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Graham Central Station,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Josef K,
The Detroit Cobras,
Swell Maps,
Zero Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
Monolake,
Judy Mowatt,
Banda Bassotti,
The Moody Blues,
Clear Light,
The Slits,
Tropical Tobacco,
Talk Talk,
Accadde A,
Organ,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Television,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.