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 Ireland and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Los Fastidios to the grunge 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Gang Starr,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Quando Quango,
Wire,
Urselle,
The Litter,
Camberwell Now,
Robert Görl,
Scratch Acid,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crash Course in Science,
Subhumans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Matthew Halsall,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Juan Atkins,
Japan,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Red Krayola,
The Dead C,
Mark Hollis,
Visage,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Youth Brigade,
the Human League,
Rosa Yemen,
Bluetip,
Amon Düül,
Pantytec,
Surgeon,
K-Klass,
Tres Demented,
Ossler,
The Barracudas,
These Immortal Souls,
Cal Tjader,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Monochrome Set,
Animal Collective,
Outsiders,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brand Nubian,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mandrill,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fear,
Whodini,
Black Moon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amon Düül II,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Busters,
The Zeros,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Duran Duran,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Avey Tare,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.