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 Uzbekistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Von Mondo to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Main Source,
Bad Manners,
Mo-Dettes,
Trumans Water,
H. Thieme,
David Bowie,
Quantec,
Suburban Knight,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moebius,
Bobby Sherman,
The Toasters,
Peter and Kerry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Inner City,
Procol Harum,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sixth Finger,
Sex Pistols,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
K-Klass,
Metal Thangz,
Cheater Slicks,
Camouflage,
Zapp,
Howard Jones,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Sound,
The Doors,
Ossler,
Franke,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soft Machine,
Sun Ra,
Alice Coltrane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nick Fraelich,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grauzone,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Human League,
The Sonics,
Q65,
Japan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Morten Harket,
Jacques Brel,
The Remains,
10cc,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Angry Samoans,
The Vogues,
Eurythmics,
the Normal,
Television Personalities,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.