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 Vanuatu and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Parry Music,
Rhythm & Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
the Swans,
Hashim,
Massinfluence,
Oblivians,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
R.M.O.,
Pole,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flipper,
Gong,
Hardrive,
Public Image Ltd.,
Niagra,
Howard Jones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kerrie Biddell,
Junior Murvin,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neu!,
Jacques Brel,
Eddi Front,
Connie Case,
Jesper Dahlback,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eden Ahbez,
Vainqueur,
New Order,
Duran Duran,
Television,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Neil Young,
Quantec,
Todd Rundgren,
The Stooges,
John Foxx,
Adolescents,
Grandmaster Flash,
Janne Schatter,
This Heat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Slits,
Youth Brigade,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Reed,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Althea and Donna,
Organ,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dual Sessions,
Sonny Sharrock,
Traffic Nightmare,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.