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 Israel and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron 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 Scan 7 to the rock 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
FM Einheit,
Banda Bassotti,
EPMD,
The Buckinghams,
the Bar-Kays,
Groovy Waters,
Roy Ayers,
Robert Wyatt,
Althea and Donna,
ABBA,
Pagans,
Kurtis Blow,
Yellowson,
Peter & Gordon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ornette Coleman,
Ken Boothe,
Negative Approach,
Marine Girls,
Altered Images,
Fatback Band,
Prince Buster,
The Birthday Party,
Bluetip,
The New Christs,
Anakelly,
Lyres,
Agent Orange,
Brass Construction,
The Zeros,
John Holt,
Country Teasers,
Nik Kershaw,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kayak,
Harry Pussy,
Eden Ahbez,
Joy Division,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mandrill,
The Barracudas,
The Moleskins,
The Fuzztones,
Minutemen,
Joe Smooth,
a-ha,
Blake Baxter,
Charles Mingus,
Adolescents,
Maurizio,
Scion,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Remains,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Public Enemy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roger Hodgson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.