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 United States and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer 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 R.M.O. 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Brick,
Ituana,
Cameo,
Excepter,
The Golliwogs,
Smog,
Bill Near,
Barry Ungar,
Toni Rubio,
Susan Cadogan,
Procol Harum,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Mummies,
Guru Guru,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Stooges,
Audionom,
Livin' Joy,
Charles Mingus,
Joyce Sims,
Gong,
Babytalk,
Lakeside,
Echospace,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
John Cale,
Colin Newman,
Laurel Aitken,
Visage,
The Zeros,
Simply Red,
The Blues Magoos,
Terry Callier,
The Pop Group,
Second Layer,
The Music Machine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Niagra,
This Heat,
The Velvet Underground,
Eddi Front,
Jeff Mills,
The Grass Roots,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rosa Yemen,
Radio Birdman,
Television Personalities,
The Cowsills,
Youth Brigade,
Don Cherry,
10cc,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Prince Buster,
Roxette,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.