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 Somalia and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Robert Görl to the dance 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Pagans,
A Certain Ratio,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eric Copeland,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Blues Magoos,
Pantaleimon,
Spandau Ballet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
David Axelrod,
Can,
Dead Boys,
Khruangbin,
The Litter,
Gang Green,
Deepchord,
Boredoms,
Depeche Mode,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nik Kershaw,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fortunes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sex Pistols,
Bauhaus,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Searchers,
Young Marble Giants,
The Names,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Vogues,
Amon Düül II,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
MDC,
Porter Ricks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
EPMD,
Los Fastidios,
Cluster,
Parry Music,
Ronan,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gastr Del Sol,
Country Teasers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Absolute Body Control,
John Coltrane,
DJ Sneak,
the Slits,
a-ha,
The Gap Band,
Main Source,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eurythmics,
Little Man,
OOIOO,
X-101,
Sister Nancy,
Darondo,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.