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 Guyana and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 The Stooges to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deakin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Moby Grape,
Suburban Knight,
Amazonics,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultravox,
Johnny Osbourne,
Urselle,
Spandau Ballet,
Wasted Youth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Saints,
Pylon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
MC5,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gabor Szabo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gerry Rafferty,
Radio Birdman,
Sister Nancy,
ABC,
Thompson Twins,
Black Pus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minutemen,
ABBA,
Motorama,
Derrick Morgan,
Camouflage,
Lyres,
The Flesh Eaters,
Godley & Creme,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Buckinghams,
Curtis Mayfield,
James White and The Blacks,
These Immortal Souls,
Absolute Body Control,
Banda Bassotti,
Sight & Sound,
DJ Style,
Porter Ricks,
Scientists,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gap Band,
the Soft Cell,
Intrusion,
Warsaw,
Lucky Dragons,
Ice-T,
World's Most,
The Fortunes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Harry Pussy,
Max Romeo,
R.M.O.,
Von Mondo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Depeche Mode,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.