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 Zimbabwe and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lee Hazlewood to the crunk 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Deadbeat,
ABBA,
Alton Ellis,
Aswad,
Malaria!,
Black Sheep,
Duran Duran,
The Gun Club,
Maleditus Sound,
Albert Ayler,
Marc Almond,
Hasil Adkins,
The New Christs,
The Fall,
Soul II Soul,
Amon Düül II,
Harmonia,
Chrome,
David Axelrod,
Yaz,
Graham Central Station,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kayak,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Qualms,
Magma,
Index,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Electric Prunes,
Pantaleimon,
Deakin,
Bobby Sherman,
Warren Ellis,
Magazine,
Lungfish,
The Index,
The Saints,
Agent Orange,
Gichy Dan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tom Boy,
Lou Christie,
Infiniti,
Negative Approach,
Delta 5,
Ludus,
Scrapy,
Rod Modell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Moon,
Das Ding,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Robert Wyatt,
Aloha Tigers,
Scratch Acid,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
F. McDonald,
Janne Schatter,
Soft Machine,
Camouflage,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.