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 Israel and from Salvador.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Barracudas to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Simply Red,
The Techniques,
Ossler,
Zapp,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Todd Rundgren,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed,
Suburban Knight,
Parry Music,
Popol Vuh,
The Barracudas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dual Sessions,
Patti Smith,
Ken Boothe,
Thompson Twins,
Radiohead,
The Durutti Column,
the Swans,
FM Einheit,
the Normal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bob Dylan,
Mission of Burma,
Cameo,
Lindisfarne,
The Monks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cluster,
Lee Hazlewood,
Max Romeo,
Nik Kershaw,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Christie,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soulsonic Force,
Warren Ellis,
Nils Olav,
Kas Product,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grauzone,
Symarip,
Ponytail,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang Green,
The Electric Prunes,
Jeff Mills,
Mandrill,
Agitation Free,
Whodini,
Zero Boys,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Womack,
Hardrive,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lightning Bolt,
Faust,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
T.S.O.L.,
The Leaves,
Soft Machine,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.