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 Italy and from Milan.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the punk 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Bill Wells,
Kas Product,
Derrick Morgan,
KRS-One,
Roy Ayers,
Scientists,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dawn Penn,
June of 44,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang Gang Dance,
Althea and Donna,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Khruangbin,
Deadbeat,
Buzzcocks,
Television Personalities,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Raincoats,
Pere Ubu,
Supertramp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dead C,
Severed Heads,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tubeway Army,
The Music Machine,
Amon Düül,
Pulsallama,
kango's stein massive,
Jerry's Kids,
Country Teasers,
Mr. Review,
The Real Kids,
John Foxx,
Electric Prunes,
Main Source,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rites of Spring,
Babytalk,
Lightning Bolt,
Tommy Roe,
Godley & Creme,
Japan,
Connie Case,
Groovy Waters,
The Leaves,
Ronnie Foster,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cluster,
The Misunderstood,
Delta 5,
Maurizio,
Ultravox,
The Monochrome Set,
Minor Threat,
The Evens,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.