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 United Kingdom and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Q and Not U,
Frankie Knuckles,
cv313,
Cal Tjader,
Sister Nancy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric Dolphy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sun City Girls,
Porter Ricks,
The Skatalites,
June of 44,
Avey Tare,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Foxx,
The Happenings,
Bootsy Collins,
The Blues Magoos,
Prince Buster,
Nas,
The Raincoats,
Y Pants,
Wally Richardson,
Wire,
L. Decosne,
The Saints,
Anthony Braxton,
Flipper,
F. McDonald,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dead Boys,
The Angels of Light,
Bauhaus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thompson Twins,
Zapp,
Isaac Hayes,
Tres Demented,
Dual Sessions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Modern Lovers,
The Slits,
the Association,
Nico,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wolf Eyes,
Max Romeo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Moody Blues,
OOIOO,
CMW,
Minor Threat,
The Fall,
Blossom Toes,
Roger Hodgson,
ABBA,
Erykah Badu,
The Star Department,
The Victims,
H. Thieme,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.