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 Angola and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tomorrow 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Yellowson,
Interpol,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Max Romeo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cameo,
The Pretty Things,
The Count Five,
Kerri Chandler,
Tim Buckley,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Star Department,
Boredoms,
Outsiders,
Frankie Knuckles,
Desert Stars,
KRS-One,
Brand Nubian,
Panda Bear,
Au Pairs,
Metal Thangz,
Eddi Front,
Monolake,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Stockholm Monsters,
Thee Headcoats,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Stooges,
The Vogues,
Danielle Patucci,
Con Funk Shun,
Saccharine Trust,
Tom Boy,
Negative Approach,
Fluxion,
Skaos,
Siglo XX,
Hasil Adkins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Depeche Mode,
Urselle,
The Human League,
Simply Red,
The Velvet Underground,
Marine Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scion,
Freddie Wadling,
L. Decosne,
La Düsseldorf,
Technova,
Guru Guru,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pole,
The Toasters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Qualms,
One Last Wish,
The Fugs,
Andrew Hill,
Glenn Branca,
Fear,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.