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 Belarus and from Madrid.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the techno 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
DJ Sneak,
James White and The Blacks,
Mantronix,
Camouflage,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DJ Style,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Depeche Mode,
Sam Rivers,
Tears for Fears,
Scion,
Ronan,
Arab on Radar,
Monolake,
Bob Dylan,
Can,
John Cale,
John Coltrane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Hot Snakes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cure,
Eurythmics,
Liliput,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rekid,
The Raincoats,
Soul II Soul,
Gang of Four,
China Crisis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grandmaster Flash,
Siglo XX,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Bananas,
Make Up,
the Human League,
Ornette Coleman,
Magma,
Quando Quango,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Television,
Marc Almond,
OOIOO,
Half Japanese,
The Kinks,
Vladislav Delay,
Eden Ahbez,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Pus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Popol Vuh,
Tomorrow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Susan Cadogan,
Davy DMX,
Subhumans,
The Black Dice,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.