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 Thailand and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 David Bowie 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 Associates to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Chris Corsano,
Kaleidoscope,
Supertramp,
Eve St. Jones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kenny Larkin,
Underground Resistance,
Max Romeo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cameo,
Man Parrish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ohio Players,
ABBA,
Ten City,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Organ,
Mantronix,
F. McDonald,
Davy DMX,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roxette,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thompson Twins,
OOIOO,
The Divine Comedy,
Lee Hazlewood,
X-Ray Spex,
Scion,
Rhythm & Sound,
Godley & Creme,
Simply Red,
Depeche Mode,
Arthur Verocai,
Massinfluence,
The Blackbyrds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fall,
Dark Day,
The Standells,
Gang Green,
Peter and Kerry,
The Techniques,
Basic Channel,
Toni Rubio,
Lyres,
Pagans,
The Misunderstood,
These Immortal Souls,
Blancmange,
The Golliwogs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Idris Muhammad,
Amazonics,
Index,
Technova,
Harry Pussy,
The Tremeloes,
Rufus Thomas,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.