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 Hungary and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kool Moe Dee to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scan 7,
Kenny Larkin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sarah Menescal,
Prince Buster,
Skaos,
Dawn Penn,
Absolute Body Control,
Camouflage,
Barbara Tucker,
The Divine Comedy,
The Pretty Things,
Althea and Donna,
Unwound,
Maleditus Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Residents,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gun Club,
Peter & Gordon,
Boredoms,
Visage,
Zapp,
Thee Headcoats,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
JFA,
Kurtis Blow,
Liliput,
Cluster,
Stereo Dub,
Barrington Levy,
Shuggie Otis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alison Limerick,
Roxette,
Interpol,
Harpers Bizarre,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ten City,
Harmonia,
the Sonics,
the Bar-Kays,
Sällskapet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Traffic Nightmare,
kango's stein massive,
Porter Ricks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Donald Byrd,
Kerri Chandler,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mr. Review,
Niagra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Second Layer,
Joe Smooth,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.