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 New Zealand 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Peter & Gordon to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Organ,
Godley & Creme,
Rod Modell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Swans,
Wings,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sam Rivers,
Au Pairs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ken Boothe,
The Saints,
The Names,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joy Division,
D'Angelo,
Circle Jerks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Buzzcocks,
Peter and Kerry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Vainqueur,
Dawn Penn,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Suicide,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Angry Samoans,
Alton Ellis,
The Tremeloes,
the Swans,
New Age Steppers,
Boz Scaggs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Mojo Men,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Agent Orange,
Pere Ubu,
the Bar-Kays,
Tim Buckley,
Zapp,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Piero Umiliani,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lalann,
Delon & Dalcan,
Groovy Waters,
48th St. Collective,
Basic Channel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Motions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mars,
The Martian,
Mo-Dettes,
Yaz,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.