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 Belize and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Music Machine to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Outsiders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Tremeloes,
The Misunderstood,
Popol Vuh,
Sixth Finger,
Intrusion,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Negative Approach,
Thee Headcoats,
Joyce Sims,
Quando Quango,
Agent Orange,
Brick,
Johnny Clarke,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scott Walker,
The Standells,
Tres Demented,
Bill Wells,
The Cowsills,
The Litter,
Freddie Wadling,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Second Layer,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sight & Sound,
Lindisfarne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Duran Duran,
Darondo,
Banda Bassotti,
Tommy Roe,
Frankie Knuckles,
X-101,
Bad Manners,
Rotary Connection,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blake Baxter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Monks,
David Axelrod,
Don Cherry,
Dual Sessions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bang On A Can,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bronski Beat,
David Bowie,
Visage,
DJ Style,
Funkadelic,
Pere Ubu,
Grauzone,
Jandek,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.