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 Angola and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 Reagan Youth to the disco 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Mark Hollis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Symarip,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Whodini,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Real Kids,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fugs,
Babytalk,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soft Machine,
Gong,
Tommy Roe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cybotron,
Pulsallama,
F. McDonald,
Dawn Penn,
The Kinks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
One Last Wish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Durutti Column,
Sister Nancy,
The Cure,
The Doobie Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang Starr,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nick Fraelich,
Pylon,
Arab on Radar,
Nico,
Lower 48,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grey Daturas,
Laurel Aitken,
Girls At Our Best!,
Matthew Halsall,
Visage,
Basic Channel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hardrive,
Mission of Burma,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deepchord,
Mad Mike,
Hot Snakes,
Bad Manners,
Scott Walker,
Smog,
Juan Atkins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Mummies,
Bronski Beat,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.