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 Laos and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Lou Reed 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 Pet Shop Boys to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rod Modell,
Skarface,
James White and The Blacks,
Icehouse,
Freddie Wadling,
These Immortal Souls,
Spandau Ballet,
Nils Olav,
World's Most,
The Pretty Things,
Robert Hood,
Rapeman,
Danielle Patucci,
Todd Rundgren,
The Music Machine,
Mars,
E-Dancer,
Piero Umiliani,
The Flesh Eaters,
PIL,
This Heat,
Blake Baxter,
Amon Düül,
Nirvana,
The Neon Judgement,
Aaron Thompson,
Godley & Creme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The J.B.'s,
Boz Scaggs,
Circle Jerks,
Banda Bassotti,
Jerry's Kids,
Theoretical Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Darondo,
Ultra Naté,
Chris Corsano,
Susan Cadogan,
MDC,
Tres Demented,
Oneida,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Durutti Column,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sonic Youth,
The American Breed,
Radio Birdman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Shoche,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sex Pistols,
Neil Young,
LL Cool J,
Young Marble Giants,
Ice-T,
Zero Boys,
Neu!,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scan 7,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.