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 Andorra and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 Los Fastidios to the crunk 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Albert Ayler,
The Fortunes,
Brass Construction,
China Crisis,
Accadde A,
Terry Callier,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Birthday Party,
Spandau Ballet,
Schoolly D,
Main Source,
Freddie Wadling,
Suicide,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The J.B.'s,
Black Bananas,
Silicon Teens,
The United States of America,
The Walker Brothers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Neon Judgement,
Chrome,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Section 25,
The Residents,
John Holt,
Electric Prunes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mission of Burma,
The Dead C,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kerri Chandler,
Erykah Badu,
Easy Going,
Soft Machine,
The Moody Blues,
Reuben Wilson,
Robert Wyatt,
Chris Corsano,
a-ha,
Cluster,
Minny Pops,
B.T. Express,
Scan 7,
Charles Mingus,
Harmonia,
The Durutti Column,
Angry Samoans,
David McCallum,
Arab on Radar,
Bang On A Can,
Nas,
The Move,
Barry Ungar,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deakin,
Patti Smith,
Eddi Front,
Nico,
U.S. Maple,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Technova,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.