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 Israel and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Shadows of Knight 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Mantronix,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aloha Tigers,
Funkadelic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Doobie Brothers,
Donny Hathaway,
K-Klass,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Grass Roots,
Severed Heads,
Crooked Eye,
Sight & Sound,
Television,
E-Dancer,
Danielle Patucci,
Lee Hazlewood,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Byrd,
Amon Düül II,
Angry Samoans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Leonard Cohen,
Tears for Fears,
Easy Going,
Joe Finger,
Bill Wells,
Yazoo,
Subhumans,
Index,
David McCallum,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Model 500,
Laurel Aitken,
Arab on Radar,
The Fugs,
Gang Green,
Alton Ellis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sonic Youth,
Maleditus Sound,
New Age Steppers,
Don Cherry,
Bush Tetras,
Lebanon Hanover,
Blossom Toes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sarah Menescal,
Inner City,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Saccharine Trust,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scientists,
Marine Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.