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 Mozambique and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 Skriet to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camouflage,
The Birthday Party,
June of 44,
Tim Buckley,
Joensuu 1685,
X-102,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Holt,
Mantronix,
Supertramp,
Lakeside,
ABBA,
Anakelly,
Marshall Jefferson,
Drexciya,
Masters at Work,
The Martian,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Theoretical Girls,
Junior Murvin,
The Monochrome Set,
The Tremeloes,
Severed Heads,
The Knickerbockers,
Lower 48,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deakin,
The Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cal Tjader,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scott Walker,
Harpers Bizarre,
Warsaw,
F. McDonald,
Barry Ungar,
The Kinks,
John Foxx,
Sarah Menescal,
Little Man,
Ludus,
Iggy Pop,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Derrick May,
Lyres,
The Music Machine,
In Retrospect,
Funkadelic,
Maurizio,
Rod Modell,
Shoche,
Ossler,
Marvin Gaye,
The Velvet Underground,
Josef K,
Alison Limerick,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.