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 Haiti and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 Janne Schatter 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Moleskins,
Duran Duran,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Erykah Badu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tom Boy,
Bill Near,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Chris & Cosey,
Suburban Knight,
Simply Red,
Harmonia,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Names,
Arthur Verocai,
Fluxion,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cowsills,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Move,
Lyres,
The Seeds,
F. McDonald,
Lightning Bolt,
Basic Channel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Khruangbin,
Sixth Finger,
Harpers Bizarre,
Vainqueur,
Patti Smith,
Scrapy,
Jerry's Kids,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Slits,
Magma,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eric Dolphy,
Motorama,
Ronnie Foster,
The Young Rascals,
Zapp,
The Searchers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Guru Guru,
John Holt,
Mantronix,
China Crisis,
Todd Rundgren,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Electric Prunes,
Dave Gahan,
Michelle Simonal,
Camberwell Now,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.