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 Kuwait and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the güiro 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 Underground Resistance to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Circle Jerks,
Ludus,
Stetsasonic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New Age Steppers,
10cc,
PIL,
Andrew Hill,
Blossom Toes,
Outsiders,
The Last Poets,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Kinks,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Durutti Column,
Gang Green,
Eden Ahbez,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marmalade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gories,
Kool Moe Dee,
Index,
Joensuu 1685,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pagans,
Lungfish,
Eve St. Jones,
Ken Boothe,
Hashim,
Thee Headcoats,
Erykah Badu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Neu!,
Arab on Radar,
James White and The Blacks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Danielle Patucci,
Urselle,
The Cramps,
CMW,
Guru Guru,
Gang Gang Dance,
Adolescents,
Monolake,
Alphaville,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dawn Penn,
Steve Hackett,
Stereo Dub,
Sun City Girls,
B.T. Express,
AZ,
The Monochrome Set,
Underground Resistance,
Man Parrish,
JFA,
La Düsseldorf,
Al Stewart,
Maleditus Sound,
Rod Modell,
Cybotron,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.