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 Cyprus and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Radio Birdman to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
The Monochrome Set,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Neu!,
Mantronix,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rufus Thomas,
The Vogues,
The Motions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roger Hodgson,
E-Dancer,
The New Christs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Model 500,
The Cure,
Gang Green,
Adolescents,
X-102,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang of Four,
Suburban Knight,
Amon Düül II,
Easy Going,
Steve Hackett,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ronnie Foster,
Negative Approach,
The Sound,
Camouflage,
The Move,
Kas Product,
Loose Ends,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
L. Decosne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric Copeland,
Juan Atkins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cosmic Jokers,
Carl Craig,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Remains,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Von Mondo,
Blossom Toes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Slackers,
Los Fastidios,
Connie Case,
Gichy Dan,
June Days,
Judy Mowatt,
Thee Headcoats,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Sheep,
Radiohead,
Suicide,
Cheater Slicks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.