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 Burundi and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Camberwell Now 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Connie Case,
Nick Fraelich,
The Motions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Derrick May,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sex Pistols,
Organ,
Sight & Sound,
Fat Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Christie,
The Slits,
Davy DMX,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Swans,
Tubeway Army,
Maurizio,
Patti Smith,
Susan Cadogan,
KRS-One,
AZ,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lee Hazlewood,
June of 44,
Delta 5,
Cybotron,
Jandek,
John Cale,
Robert Wyatt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Standells,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hot Snakes,
Robert Hood,
Dark Day,
Alphaville,
Man Parrish,
The Star Department,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Khruangbin,
Average White Band,
Hardrive,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Faust,
Gang of Four,
The Associates,
Spandau Ballet,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Sherman,
Bad Manners,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Reed,
Qualms,
James White and The Blacks,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Green,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.