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 Iran and from London.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Motorama to the grime 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Tremeloes,
Kurtis Blow,
Q and Not U,
Scott Walker,
Talk Talk,
The Cramps,
Max Romeo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Glenn Branca,
The Happenings,
Aural Exciters,
Josef K,
Theoretical Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joe Smooth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Morten Harket,
Outsiders,
This Heat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pulsallama,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deadbeat,
Pere Ubu,
The Fall,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Skriet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eden Ahbez,
David Bowie,
Dave Gahan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ten City,
K-Klass,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Arthur Verocai,
Smog,
Robert Görl,
Swell Maps,
E-Dancer,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sugar Minott,
Reagan Youth,
Sixth Finger,
The J.B.'s,
Fad Gadget,
Minutemen,
Bauhaus,
The Martian,
LL Cool J,
The Dead C,
The Evens,
The Mummies,
Bobby Sherman,
Agent Orange,
Quantec,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.