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 Netherlands and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Flipper to the grunge 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
The Moody Blues,
Shuggie Otis,
Arab on Radar,
Isaac Hayes,
Lightning Bolt,
Metal Thangz,
cv313,
Technova,
Unrelated Segments,
Junior Murvin,
Dead Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
Massinfluence,
Jerry's Kids,
Ornette Coleman,
The Pop Group,
Q and Not U,
Roxy Music,
The Moleskins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Reed,
The Trojans,
Mission of Burma,
Hoover,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Radio Birdman,
Rod Modell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mad Mike,
Bill Wells,
The J.B.'s,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
LL Cool J,
The Kinks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minny Pops,
Roy Ayers,
David Bowie,
Funky Four + One,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wings,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hashim,
Qualms,
Masters at Work,
Piero Umiliani,
Popol Vuh,
Nick Fraelich,
Bush Tetras,
EPMD,
Das Ding,
The Durutti Column,
Infiniti,
Dual Sessions,
Inner City,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gories,
Vainqueur,
Suburban Knight,
Scratch Acid,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.