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 Hungary and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 Soft Cell to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
New Order,
MC5,
Lucky Dragons,
Minutemen,
Marc Almond,
Roger Hodgson,
Harry Pussy,
Organ,
Peter & Gordon,
Dawn Penn,
U.S. Maple,
The Cowsills,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scrapy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nirvana,
H. Thieme,
Icehouse,
Al Stewart,
Dennis Brown,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tim Buckley,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Blancmange,
Smog,
One Last Wish,
UT,
Erasure,
John Holt,
Kerri Chandler,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grandmaster Flash,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Moleskins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soft Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Depeche Mode,
Ice-T,
Black Flag,
Malaria!,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Danielle Patucci,
The Walker Brothers,
Pantytec,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sixth Finger,
Howard Jones,
Crash Course in Science,
Marvin Gaye,
Ronnie Foster,
The Beau Brummels,
Metal Thangz,
Intrusion,
Royal Trux,
World's Most,
kango's stein massive,
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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.