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 Panama and from Lagos.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 Gap Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
KRS-One,
Cal Tjader,
Lebanon Hanover,
Whodini,
Radiohead,
Crooked Eye,
the Swans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
June of 44,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Association,
Ralphi Rosario,
Zero Boys,
Arab on Radar,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Maleditus Sound,
Cybotron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marine Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Busters,
Chris & Cosey,
Todd Rundgren,
The Victims,
Black Moon,
Sam Rivers,
Connie Case,
Al Stewart,
Sister Nancy,
Technova,
Slick Rick,
Television,
Buzzcocks,
World's Most,
A Certain Ratio,
Excepter,
Laurel Aitken,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harmonia,
Andrew Hill,
Swans,
Silicon Teens,
Eli Mardock,
David Bowie,
a-ha,
The Neon Judgement,
FM Einheit,
Thompson Twins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Smoke,
Eden Ahbez,
John Coltrane,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.