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 Peru and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
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 marimba 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Bad Manners,
The Fuzztones,
Todd Rundgren,
Dead Boys,
Von Mondo,
The Sonics,
The Fugs,
Japan,
Tommy Roe,
Minutemen,
the Sonics,
Kerrie Biddell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Malaria!,
Bobby Byrd,
Supertramp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Iggy Pop,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Average White Band,
The Victims,
Sällskapet,
Second Layer,
Angry Samoans,
Fear,
Roxette,
Yusef Lateef,
Little Man,
Steve Hackett,
Interpol,
Main Source,
Blancmange,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gastr Del Sol,
Schoolly D,
Outsiders,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
David Axelrod,
Boogie Down Productions,
Smog,
Kool Moe Dee,
Essential Logic,
Alison Limerick,
Roy Ayers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
DJ Style,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Talk Talk,
Max Romeo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.