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 Yemen and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 Television to the grunge 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Judy Mowatt,
Rod Modell,
Motorama,
Siglo XX,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Sherman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Max Romeo,
John Foxx,
Ludus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Goldenarms,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gong,
Sarah Menescal,
Supertramp,
Dead Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
PIL,
The Fall,
Liliput,
Sound Behaviour,
Organ,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ponytail,
Gil Scott Heron,
DNA,
The Golliwogs,
Rosa Yemen,
Suburban Knight,
Jerry's Kids,
B.T. Express,
Stetsasonic,
Eric B and Rakim,
Skaos,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tubeway Army,
One Last Wish,
Model 500,
Urselle,
The Zeros,
Pylon,
Unwound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Byron Stingily,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Second Layer,
Mars,
The Monks,
The Trojans,
Banda Bassotti,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boz Scaggs,
The Pretty Things,
Cheater Slicks,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.