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 Uganda and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 Alphaville to the grime 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Groovy Waters,
The Seeds,
The Angels of Light,
Quando Quango,
Nils Olav,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nik Kershaw,
Japan,
Sun Ra,
UT,
Aaron Thompson,
Eden Ahbez,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Maleditus Sound,
cv313,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rosa Yemen,
Cecil Taylor,
Pantytec,
Royal Trux,
Essential Logic,
Scientists,
The Fugs,
Roy Ayers,
New Age Steppers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter and Kerry,
U.S. Maple,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alphaville,
Junior Murvin,
Black Moon,
Ituana,
Yaz,
The Slackers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fortunes,
a-ha,
Thee Headcoats,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Icehouse,
Nirvana,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Accadde A,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lindisfarne,
Blossom Toes,
Gang Green,
Al Stewart,
Mandrill,
kango's stein massive,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ossler,
Howard Jones,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.