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 Tunisia and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 The J.B.'s to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Rod Modell,
Aural Exciters,
The Fuzztones,
48th St. Collective,
Barrington Levy,
Neu!,
Crooked Eye,
Carl Craig,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Kinks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
In Retrospect,
Pulsallama,
Chrome,
Grauzone,
Animal Collective,
Depeche Mode,
Quadrant,
Moebius,
Metal Thangz,
Liliput,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Amon Düül II,
Tommy Roe,
Dennis Brown,
Gregory Isaacs,
Anakelly,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mad Mike,
The Moody Blues,
Boogie Down Productions,
Negative Approach,
Lower 48,
EPMD,
Boredoms,
Unrelated Segments,
The Knickerbockers,
Wally Richardson,
Oblivians,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joyce Sims,
Danielle Patucci,
Funky Four + One,
kango's stein massive,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nico,
Spandau Ballet,
Kayak,
Skaos,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ornette Coleman,
Minor Threat,
Joensuu 1685,
Trumans Water,
The Zeros,
Circle Jerks,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Tremeloes,
Arthur Verocai,
The Pretty Things,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.