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 Saudi Arabia and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Michael McDonald 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 Suburban Knight to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Ponytail,
Pantytec,
Jacques Brel,
Severed Heads,
Lebanon Hanover,
Shoche,
Lucky Dragons,
Rhythm & Sound,
Altered Images,
Godley & Creme,
LL Cool J,
Derrick Morgan,
Don Cherry,
The Move,
Jeru the Damaja,
Drexciya,
Bluetip,
Marine Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
AZ,
Hot Snakes,
Eddi Front,
Patti Smith,
The Pop Group,
Soulsonic Force,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mantronix,
Pere Ubu,
Harry Pussy,
Man Parrish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Panda Bear,
Skriet,
Cybotron,
Erykah Badu,
Simply Red,
Arcadia,
L. Decosne,
Sparks,
The Count Five,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nirvana,
La Düsseldorf,
OOIOO,
Laurel Aitken,
The Seeds,
Bronski Beat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lungfish,
Nico,
Scan 7,
Blancmange,
Eric Dolphy,
Fear,
Eve St. Jones,
Mary Jane Girls,
Niagra,
The Gories,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stetsasonic,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.