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 Equatorial Guinea and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Matthew Halsall to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Young Rascals,
Toni Rubio,
The Fire Engines,
These Immortal Souls,
June of 44,
D'Angelo,
The Last Poets,
Fear,
Reagan Youth,
a-ha,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
H. Thieme,
Deakin,
Country Teasers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pylon,
Q and Not U,
Liliput,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Visage,
Index,
Ten City,
Mad Mike,
Circle Jerks,
The Motions,
The Victims,
Michelle Simonal,
B.T. Express,
The Blackbyrds,
Kerri Chandler,
Patti Smith,
Zapp,
Curtis Mayfield,
Can,
Freddie Wadling,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dead Boys,
the Soft Cell,
Ronan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wally Richardson,
Section 25,
Skaos,
The Skatalites,
Amon Düül II,
X-101,
Black Pus,
Sandy B,
Y Pants,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pantytec,
Loose Ends,
Gichy Dan,
Das Ding,
Darondo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Agitation Free,
Talk Talk,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.