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 Croatia and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the techno 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
The Velvet Underground,
Iggy Pop,
Alice Coltrane,
Connie Case,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cal Tjader,
Bluetip,
The Monochrome Set,
Charles Mingus,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed,
The Kinks,
Country Teasers,
Porter Ricks,
FM Einheit,
Smog,
E-Dancer,
The Fire Engines,
Scratch Acid,
John Cale,
The Last Poets,
Big Daddy Kane,
Arthur Verocai,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roy Ayers,
The Gun Club,
Soft Cell,
Steve Hackett,
Josef K,
Qualms,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Happenings,
T. Rex,
The Star Department,
Negative Approach,
Zero Boys,
Kas Product,
Marmalade,
The Electric Prunes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terry Callier,
Joensuu 1685,
Television Personalities,
Lower 48,
Pylon,
Black Pus,
Crooked Eye,
Saccharine Trust,
Stiv Bators,
Deakin,
Jawbox,
Al Stewart,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mission of Burma,
Banda Bassotti,
Faust,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Spandau Ballet,
The Real Kids,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.