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 Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar 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 Pet Shop Boys to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Television,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Popol Vuh,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cowsills,
Talk Talk,
Warren Ellis,
Rotary Connection,
Hardrive,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barrington Levy,
Public Enemy,
Eric Dolphy,
Shoche,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Martian,
The Selecter,
T.S.O.L.,
The Leaves,
Lakeside,
The Mojo Men,
Gabor Szabo,
Ossler,
Todd Rundgren,
Pere Ubu,
The Human League,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Echospace,
The Star Department,
Livin' Joy,
Television Personalities,
Freddie Wadling,
Shuggie Otis,
Cal Tjader,
Cameo,
Inner City,
The Grass Roots,
Royal Trux,
Sun Ra,
Graham Central Station,
Tubeway Army,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Toni Rubio,
The Red Krayola,
Con Funk Shun,
AZ,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Zeros,
Mad Mike,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Five Americans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scrapy,
Boz Scaggs,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.