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 Tunisia and from Edmonton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Crooked Eye to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
The Slackers,
The Barracudas,
Eden Ahbez,
The Real Kids,
Lyres,
Toni Rubio,
Royal Trux,
The Sonics,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Theoretical Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Standells,
Spandau Ballet,
Howard Jones,
Wings,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fad Gadget,
Gabor Szabo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dave Gahan,
Anthony Braxton,
Grey Daturas,
The Gap Band,
Neu!,
The Gun Club,
Tomorrow,
Stiv Bators,
Lower 48,
Ken Boothe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stereo Dub,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Flash Fearless,
UT,
Audionom,
The Alarm Clocks,
U.S. Maple,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Oblivians,
Sun City Girls,
Hot Snakes,
The Last Poets,
Slave,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tears for Fears,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Remains,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Busters,
Pylon,
Sparks,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Blackbyrds,
Fela Kuti,
the Soft Cell,
The Moody Blues,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.