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 Monaco and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Stockholm.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the güiro 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 Pantaleimon to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
The Angels of Light,
The Seeds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ten City,
Lyres,
Connie Case,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lower 48,
Prince Buster,
Sugar Minott,
Radiohead,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deepchord,
The Sound,
Black Sheep,
Nas,
The Grass Roots,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Dirtbombs,
Eli Mardock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grey Daturas,
Eurythmics,
H. Thieme,
The Litter,
Mantronix,
Rod Modell,
Albert Ayler,
Absolute Body Control,
MC5,
The Five Americans,
Wasted Youth,
Colin Newman,
Ludus,
Archie Shepp,
The Residents,
K-Klass,
Kerri Chandler,
Yaz,
Thee Headcoats,
Minny Pops,
Los Fastidios,
The Alarm Clocks,
Duran Duran,
Todd Rundgren,
Crash Course in Science,
Judy Mowatt,
This Heat,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fortunes,
Minutemen,
Harry Pussy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
David Bowie,
Franke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Audionom,
Technova,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.