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 Palau and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Kaleidoscope to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Lou Reed,
Aural Exciters,
Motorama,
Siglo XX,
the Germs,
Depeche Mode,
Barclay James Harvest,
Piero Umiliani,
The Dirtbombs,
The Slackers,
Mandrill,
Bobby Sherman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Oneida,
Danielle Patucci,
The Young Rascals,
Barry Ungar,
Vainqueur,
Brothers Johnson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mo-Dettes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hoover,
Kayak,
The Smoke,
Excepter,
The Count Five,
Vladislav Delay,
Ice-T,
Banda Bassotti,
Soft Cell,
Altered Images,
Desert Stars,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eurythmics,
The Kinks,
Lou Christie,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Zapp,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Groovy Waters,
Organ,
Marcia Griffiths,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
World's Most,
H. Thieme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barrington Levy,
Idris Muhammad,
The Blackbyrds,
Freddie Wadling,
Skarface,
Technova,
Joe Finger,
Rod Modell,
Chris & Cosey,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.