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 Iraq and from Beijing.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
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 synthesizer 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 Los Fastidios to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
LL Cool J,
The Doobie Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Althea and Donna,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Reagan Youth,
Ponytail,
Loose Ends,
The Buckinghams,
Scion,
Lyres,
Marc Almond,
Black Flag,
Aural Exciters,
Fad Gadget,
Black Bananas,
Kaleidoscope,
Blossom Toes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Todd Terry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Andrew Hill,
Newcleus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Sonics,
Slick Rick,
Michelle Simonal,
This Heat,
Grauzone,
Fear,
Monks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hasil Adkins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Thompson Twins,
Jeff Lynne,
Zapp,
Roxette,
KRS-One,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Q65,
Derrick May,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Index,
Arthur Verocai,
Fluxion,
Average White Band,
Connie Case,
Charles Mingus,
The Litter,
Graham Central Station,
Guru Guru,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Erykah Badu,
Robert Görl,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Cale,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.