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 Belarus and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Thompson Twins to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
La Düsseldorf,
The Sonics,
Kurtis Blow,
David Axelrod,
Man Parrish,
The Saints,
DJ Style,
Traffic Nightmare,
Glenn Branca,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Moss Icon,
The Cowsills,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barrington Levy,
Television Personalities,
The Stooges,
Hardrive,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Electric Prunes,
Thompson Twins,
Skarface,
Basic Channel,
Roxette,
Soulsonic Force,
the Human League,
Intrusion,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aaron Thompson,
Dead Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Anakelly,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Panda Bear,
MC5,
Fat Boys,
the Association,
Susan Cadogan,
Siglo XX,
Parry Music,
Can,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Fania All-Stars,
kango's stein massive,
Bill Near,
Scrapy,
Newcleus,
cv313,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
New Age Steppers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Zeros,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cheater Slicks,
Vainqueur,
Brothers Johnson,
Radiohead,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Morten Harket,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.