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 Tajikistan and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 CMW to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Procol Harum,
Hardrive,
Crime,
Crispy Ambulance,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Smoke,
X-Ray Spex,
In Retrospect,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun City Girls,
Stiv Bators,
Jacob Miller,
Jerry's Kids,
Yazoo,
The Walker Brothers,
Lucky Dragons,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Y Pants,
New York Dolls,
Intrusion,
Peter & Gordon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Unrelated Segments,
Accadde A,
Skriet,
Aural Exciters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tim Buckley,
Eden Ahbez,
Liliput,
Mad Mike,
Negative Approach,
cv313,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Moon,
The Wake,
H. Thieme,
Blancmange,
Loose Ends,
Crash Course in Science,
The Residents,
Roxette,
E-Dancer,
The Grass Roots,
Chris Corsano,
Silicon Teens,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Terry Callier,
R.M.O.,
Supertramp,
The Velvet Underground,
Popol Vuh,
Marc Almond,
Eli Mardock,
Todd Rundgren,
Barry Ungar,
Pole,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.