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 Maldives and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Banda Bassotti to the electroclash 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Robert Görl,
Joyce Sims,
Thompson Twins,
The Searchers,
Guru Guru,
Negative Approach,
Henry Cow,
The Motions,
Kool Moe Dee,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marvin Gaye,
Idris Muhammad,
Babytalk,
Ludus,
John Cale,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Urselle,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pylon,
Hasil Adkins,
The Young Rascals,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
David McCallum,
X-Ray Spex,
Camouflage,
Marc Almond,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scrapy,
Simply Red,
Underground Resistance,
PIL,
June of 44,
Deadbeat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-102,
Black Sheep,
The Flesh Eaters,
Loose Ends,
Lou Reed,
Reuben Wilson,
UT,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grauzone,
The Monochrome Set,
Hardrive,
Patti Smith,
Piero Umiliani,
The New Christs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Zero Boys,
ABBA,
Fat Boys,
Yaz,
Skarface,
Wire,
John Holt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Residents,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Josef K,
The Count Five,
Quantec,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.