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 Maldives and from Cairo.
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 Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb 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 Cheater Slicks to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
The Young Rascals,
the Normal,
Sun City Girls,
Black Pus,
Dennis Brown,
The Cowsills,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joyce Sims,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Womack,
Mr. Review,
Lou Reed,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Con Funk Shun,
Rufus Thomas,
Desert Stars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fat Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
John Foxx,
Cheater Slicks,
New Age Steppers,
Little Man,
Rod Modell,
Scan 7,
Japan,
Severed Heads,
The Slits,
Morten Harket,
Audionom,
the Germs,
MDC,
Make Up,
Eli Mardock,
Ultra Naté,
Archie Shepp,
Malaria!,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yellowson,
Buzzcocks,
June of 44,
Eric Dolphy,
Fela Kuti,
Letta Mbulu,
Kurtis Blow,
Brothers Johnson,
Joey Negro,
Country Teasers,
Index,
The Angels of Light,
Pylon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
La Düsseldorf,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
U.S. Maple,
The Pop Group,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pussy Galore,
Glenn Branca,
John Coltrane,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.