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 Afghanistan and from Philadelphia.
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 Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin 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 The Real Kids to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Grandmaster Flash,
Unwound,
Monks,
Royal Trux,
Swell Maps,
New Age Steppers,
Gong,
Black Pus,
Pantytec,
X-101,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
R.M.O.,
Flipper,
Althea and Donna,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ornette Coleman,
New Order,
Gichy Dan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Whodini,
The Shadows of Knight,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Chris Corsano,
Young Marble Giants,
The Monochrome Set,
Eli Mardock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Starr,
The Angels of Light,
Iggy Pop,
Nation of Ulysses,
T.S.O.L.,
Letta Mbulu,
Cameo,
Wasted Youth,
Tears for Fears,
Camouflage,
Peter and Kerry,
Underground Resistance,
Alphaville,
Susan Cadogan,
Altered Images,
the Association,
The Red Krayola,
Gang of Four,
The Move,
Prince Buster,
The Searchers,
Alison Limerick,
Robert Wyatt,
The Offenders,
Barclay James Harvest,
Laurel Aitken,
Yaz,
The Doors,
Sex Pistols,
The Victims,
Junior Murvin,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.