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 Russia and from Beijing.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ten City to the grime 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Suburban Knight,
Lightning Bolt,
Al Stewart,
Dead Boys,
Pantytec,
Country Teasers,
Icehouse,
The Tremeloes,
Oneida,
Quando Quango,
Technova,
The Move,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rosa Yemen,
The Electric Prunes,
Robert Wyatt,
The Remains,
LL Cool J,
John Foxx,
Subhumans,
Leonard Cohen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sixth Finger,
David McCallum,
Roxette,
The Mummies,
Moby Grape,
Archie Shepp,
Minny Pops,
Flipper,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eddi Front,
ABC,
Soulsonic Force,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Index,
Sam Rivers,
Magazine,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Youth Brigade,
Glambeats Corp.,
Intrusion,
Sonny Sharrock,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
B.T. Express,
Sonic Youth,
Kevin Saunderson,
UT,
The Doors,
Todd Terry,
Public Enemy,
Duran Duran,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jandek,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.