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 Libya and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Kinks to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Shoche,
Glenn Branca,
Icehouse,
Massinfluence,
The Gladiators,
Sixth Finger,
Brick,
Freddie Wadling,
Darondo,
Fluxion,
Bizarre Inc.,
Maurizio,
The Music Machine,
Fugazi,
Duran Duran,
The Toasters,
Radiopuhelimet,
UT,
Bang On A Can,
Faraquet,
Angry Samoans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Essential Logic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alison Limerick,
David McCallum,
Magazine,
Motorama,
The Tremeloes,
Chris Corsano,
Howard Jones,
Mr. Review,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Slave,
China Crisis,
Young Marble Giants,
The Vogues,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Angels of Light,
Wasted Youth,
Lucky Dragons,
Idris Muhammad,
Kool Moe Dee,
Andrew Hill,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gories,
Tubeway Army,
Kerri Chandler,
The Trojans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Harry Pussy,
Gong,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lightning Bolt,
Visage,
Nik Kershaw,
Supertramp,
Joy Division,
Eddi Front,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.