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 Armenia and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Aural Exciters to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
10cc,
Peter & Gordon,
Brand Nubian,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Associates,
The Blackbyrds,
Byron Stingily,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Normal,
James White and The Blacks,
Joy Division,
Girls At Our Best!,
Loose Ends,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Flipper,
Mantronix,
Barrington Levy,
Theoretical Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Neil Young,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Spoonie Gee,
The Buckinghams,
Faraquet,
Desert Stars,
Warren Ellis,
KRS-One,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Faust,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
CMW,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Andrew Hill,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-Ray Spex,
Lalann,
Tubeway Army,
Franke,
Nirvana,
Piero Umiliani,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
OOIOO,
Roger Hodgson,
Minutemen,
Aural Exciters,
LL Cool J,
Guru Guru,
Minny Pops,
Cecil Taylor,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Underground Resistance,
Rapeman,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fuzztones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultravox,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.