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 Comoros 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
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 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 The Martian to the grime 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
The Electric Prunes,
The Residents,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
T. Rex,
Accadde A,
U.S. Maple,
Cal Tjader,
FM Einheit,
Shoche,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Porter Ricks,
Suicide,
The Human League,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Moody Blues,
Qualms,
Grauzone,
Sandy B,
Quadrant,
Lower 48,
The Last Poets,
Anakelly,
Urselle,
Man Parrish,
Todd Rundgren,
Ice-T,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Section 25,
F. McDonald,
Chris & Cosey,
The Grass Roots,
Roger Hodgson,
Barrington Levy,
Barbara Tucker,
DNA,
Todd Terry,
The Black Dice,
Mars,
H. Thieme,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alton Ellis,
Crispy Ambulance,
David McCallum,
Peter and Kerry,
Hoover,
Hasil Adkins,
Kaleidoscope,
Judy Mowatt,
Dawn Penn,
Rod Modell,
Fluxion,
Nils Olav,
John Lydon,
Monks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Unwound,
The Beau Brummels,
Traffic Nightmare,
Skaos,
Flipper,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.