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 Greece and from Jakarta.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 KRS-One to the grime 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Tubeway Army,
The Raincoats,
Janne Schatter,
Laurel Aitken,
Nils Olav,
Monolake,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stiv Bators,
The Music Machine,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fluxion,
Organ,
Sixth Finger,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Wake,
H. Thieme,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fad Gadget,
Underground Resistance,
Derrick May,
John Coltrane,
Goldenarms,
The Happenings,
Gastr Del Sol,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yaz,
The Last Poets,
The Fugs,
Gabor Szabo,
The Grass Roots,
Freddie Wadling,
Ohio Players,
Delta 5,
Von Mondo,
Isaac Hayes,
Kurtis Blow,
Rakim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deadbeat,
Jacques Brel,
Brothers Johnson,
The J.B.'s,
Suburban Knight,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tim Buckley,
Hoover,
Scan 7,
Bluetip,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crispy Ambulance,
Public Image Ltd.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brick,
The Busters,
Hasil Adkins,
Model 500,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Trojans,
Severed Heads,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.