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 Georgia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Bobby Sherman to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Black Pus,
Soulsonic Force,
Blake Baxter,
Ornette Coleman,
Eve St. Jones,
Jesper Dahlback,
Josef K,
The Real Kids,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Sound,
The Doors,
Cluster,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Magma,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barrington Levy,
Bill Near,
The Beau Brummels,
Sight & Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Slits,
Flamin' Groovies,
Masters at Work,
Ultimate Spinach,
Excepter,
Ultra Naté,
Janne Schatter,
Fad Gadget,
Adolescents,
Lightning Bolt,
DJ Sneak,
Kool Moe Dee,
Accadde A,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Steve Hackett,
Iggy Pop,
Mad Mike,
Sparks,
Blancmange,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Man Eating Sloth,
Suburban Knight,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Zero Boys,
Henry Cow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tom Boy,
Groovy Waters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lucky Dragons,
the Sonics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fire Engines,
Lalann,
Lakeside,
Infiniti,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang Starr,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.