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 Kosovo and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar 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 Todd Terry to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
New Age Steppers,
The Kinks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Godley & Creme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kurtis Blow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeff Lynne,
the Swans,
Severed Heads,
Yazoo,
The Divine Comedy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Spoonie Gee,
The Real Kids,
Dark Day,
Cluster,
The Evens,
Metal Thangz,
Monks,
Neil Young,
The Cowsills,
Rotary Connection,
Quantec,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Icehouse,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fugazi,
Joy Division,
Au Pairs,
Pagans,
Chris Corsano,
The Angels of Light,
New Order,
The Moody Blues,
The Black Dice,
Black Bananas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mad Mike,
Warsaw,
Aloha Tigers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camberwell Now,
Monolake,
Underground Resistance,
The Blues Magoos,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barrington Levy,
Fluxion,
Donny Hathaway,
Mars,
Hoover,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Toni Rubio,
Gerry Rafferty,
Procol Harum,
the Normal,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.