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 Macedonia 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 Agent Orange to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Unwound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Maleditus Sound,
Stiv Bators,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
June Days,
David Bowie,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marmalade,
Roxy Music,
Spoonie Gee,
Swans,
The Gap Band,
Bob Dylan,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DJ Style,
FM Einheit,
Easy Going,
The Leaves,
Yaz,
Warsaw,
Excepter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Shoche,
Ponytail,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Vladislav Delay,
LL Cool J,
John Holt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Wake,
X-101,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Organ,
Guru Guru,
Nirvana,
Country Teasers,
Reagan Youth,
The United States of America,
Silicon Teens,
June of 44,
Tomorrow,
Supertramp,
Marvin Gaye,
Chris Corsano,
Graham Central Station,
Accadde A,
The Selecter,
Marc Almond,
F. McDonald,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Christie,
Crime,
The Pop Group,
R.M.O.,
The Beau Brummels,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.