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 Delhi.
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 Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Remains to the electroclash 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Chris & Cosey,
Eden Ahbez,
Yellowson,
Unwound,
Ohio Players,
The Fugs,
Banda Bassotti,
Neu!,
Moby Grape,
The Real Kids,
Newcleus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Five Americans,
Supertramp,
Erykah Badu,
The Moody Blues,
the Swans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Association,
Wally Richardson,
Sällskapet,
Mark Hollis,
Tomorrow,
Absolute Body Control,
Rod Modell,
The Moleskins,
The Durutti Column,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Amon Düül II,
Sun City Girls,
Sight & Sound,
kango's stein massive,
The Trojans,
Jeff Lynne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joe Finger,
JFA,
Pussy Galore,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Main Source,
Iggy Pop,
Liliput,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Red Krayola,
8 Eyed Spy,
Procol Harum,
The Toasters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Accadde A,
Joe Smooth,
Hot Snakes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sister Nancy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.