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 Qatar and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Susan Cadogan to the techno 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lalo Schifrin,
Albert Ayler,
X-102,
Man Parrish,
This Heat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Neu!,
Godley & Creme,
Wire,
Moss Icon,
Sonic Youth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Swans,
Soul II Soul,
Qualms,
Howard Jones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
La Düsseldorf,
Sun Ra,
Avey Tare,
Gang Starr,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Franke,
Buzzcocks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dave Gahan,
Eurythmics,
Dead Boys,
Smog,
John Coltrane,
Zero Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Kerri Chandler,
Matthew Halsall,
Technova,
David Bowie,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Christie,
Sällskapet,
Goldenarms,
Tubeway Army,
Fugazi,
Scion,
Marcia Griffiths,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scratch Acid,
Judy Mowatt,
The Divine Comedy,
James White and The Blacks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joy Division,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Black Dice,
Shoche,
The Doobie Brothers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.