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 Cuba and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 Trumans Water to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Laurel Aitken,
Al Stewart,
Smog,
Wire,
Rufus Thomas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yazoo,
Archie Shepp,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Sherman,
David Bowie,
The Cure,
Arthur Verocai,
Ronnie Foster,
Aloha Tigers,
Eddi Front,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Carl Craig,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Moon,
Marine Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yaz,
Althea and Donna,
Sister Nancy,
ABBA,
Patti Smith,
Jeff Lynne,
Quadrant,
Steve Hackett,
Little Man,
Hoover,
The Young Rascals,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DNA,
Brick,
Sarah Menescal,
Danielle Patucci,
Porter Ricks,
The Dirtbombs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Flipper,
The Raincoats,
Brass Construction,
Bill Near,
Supertramp,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ludus,
The Fortunes,
Bronski Beat,
Soft Cell,
The Divine Comedy,
Bluetip,
Don Cherry,
The Trojans,
The Busters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Intrusion,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.