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 Seychelles and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Barclay James Harvest to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
The Moody Blues,
Moby Grape,
The Saints,
The Blues Magoos,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Average White Band,
Thompson Twins,
T.S.O.L.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roxette,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Faust,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sandy B,
Alphaville,
Yazoo,
Electric Prunes,
The Gladiators,
Warsaw,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Sheep,
Robert Wyatt,
Roxy Music,
Iggy Pop,
John Cale,
The Velvet Underground,
Aaron Thompson,
Boz Scaggs,
Harmonia,
Skarface,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wasted Youth,
Alice Coltrane,
The Birthday Party,
Lightning Bolt,
Steve Hackett,
Aloha Tigers,
The Angels of Light,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mission of Burma,
China Crisis,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Blackbyrds,
Bauhaus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gong,
Spandau Ballet,
Massinfluence,
T. Rex,
Unwound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Motorama,
Goldenarms,
James White and The Blacks,
Cybotron,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.