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 Micronesia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Lou Reed 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 Pussy Galore to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Duran Duran,
Blossom Toes,
Scan 7,
The Monks,
Amon Düül,
The Barracudas,
Soul II Soul,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Swans,
Gang Green,
Delta 5,
Josef K,
Magazine,
Interpol,
Lalann,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lightning Bolt,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eddi Front,
Joensuu 1685,
Eurythmics,
Gabor Szabo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Desert Stars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bad Manners,
Bauhaus,
Adolescents,
Maleditus Sound,
Television,
Frankie Knuckles,
Babytalk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Letta Mbulu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nick Fraelich,
ABC,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Charles Mingus,
Idris Muhammad,
Robert Görl,
Eve St. Jones,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soulsonic Force,
Camouflage,
Black Bananas,
Suicide,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Trojans,
Oneida,
The Knickerbockers,
The Misunderstood,
Jacques Brel,
Suburban Knight,
The Cowsills,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Sherman,
Glenn Branca,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.