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 Venezuela and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Tom Verlaine 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 The Offenders to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Jandek,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Detroit Cobras,
Faust,
Glambeats Corp.,
OOIOO,
The Doors,
48th St. Collective,
Talk Talk,
Rotary Connection,
Wasted Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Charles Mingus,
Carl Craig,
Thompson Twins,
The Monochrome Set,
The Standells,
Grey Daturas,
Yusef Lateef,
Half Japanese,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Quadrant,
Los Fastidios,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Juan Atkins,
Spandau Ballet,
D'Angelo,
Nas,
H. Thieme,
Stereo Dub,
Mission of Burma,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Buzzcocks,
Ornette Coleman,
China Crisis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The J.B.'s,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Echospace,
Average White Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ronan,
Cecil Taylor,
Flash Fearless,
Roy Ayers,
Matthew Bourne,
Pole,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Adolescents,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Womack,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tubeway Army,
Groovy Waters,
Eve St. Jones,
Robert Wyatt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.