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 Estonia and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Velvet Underground to the electroclash 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
The Blackbyrds,
Erasure,
The Fortunes,
Wasted Youth,
Janne Schatter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Groovy Waters,
Motorama,
John Holt,
the Bar-Kays,
Ronan,
Marmalade,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Red Krayola,
New Age Steppers,
Black Pus,
Fat Boys,
Joey Negro,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Buckinghams,
Pussy Galore,
Malaria!,
The Trojans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
JFA,
Alison Limerick,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dawn Penn,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scrapy,
Yellowson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rhythm & Sound,
Glenn Branca,
Cheater Slicks,
Depeche Mode,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thompson Twins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Babytalk,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lee Hazlewood,
Traffic Nightmare,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barry Ungar,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Easy Going,
Sam Rivers,
China Crisis,
Kaleidoscope,
The Busters,
Swell Maps,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mantronix,
Barbara Tucker,
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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.