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 Kazakhstan and from Beijing.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 Ultra Naté to the rock 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Fad Gadget,
Skriet,
Mars,
Saccharine Trust,
La Düsseldorf,
Vainqueur,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
This Heat,
Negative Approach,
cv313,
Zero Boys,
Marc Almond,
Tomorrow,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gong,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lindisfarne,
New York Dolls,
John Holt,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Raincoats,
Faraquet,
Donny Hathaway,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sister Nancy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Buckinghams,
The Zeros,
Eddi Front,
Mary Jane Girls,
Echospace,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Erasure,
The Searchers,
The Names,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Newcleus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Loose Ends,
Kevin Saunderson,
U.S. Maple,
Blake Baxter,
Funky Four + One,
Flash Fearless,
Leonard Cohen,
Todd Rundgren,
Rod Modell,
The Dave Clark Five,
48th St. Collective,
John Foxx,
Hardrive,
UT,
Desert Stars,
Colin Newman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Smog,
Sixth Finger,
Heaven 17,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.