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 Gabon and from Houston.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
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 guitar 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 Neil Young to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Franke,
Youth Brigade,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang of Four,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Womack,
Urselle,
Marc Almond,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Albert Ayler,
Livin' Joy,
Ossler,
Gabor Szabo,
Nick Fraelich,
Boz Scaggs,
Andrew Hill,
The Golliwogs,
Letta Mbulu,
Fugazi,
T. Rex,
D'Angelo,
48th St. Collective,
Lightning Bolt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Monochrome Set,
Harmonia,
Bobby Sherman,
Eddi Front,
Unwound,
Lungfish,
Heaven 17,
Liliput,
Lou Reed,
Funkadelic,
Swell Maps,
Television Personalities,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scrapy,
Guru Guru,
Dawn Penn,
Sexual Harrassment,
Josef K,
Frankie Knuckles,
Saccharine Trust,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-102,
The Fortunes,
Cymande,
X-101,
Joe Finger,
Lalann,
John Lydon,
Spoonie Gee,
The Evens,
Lyres,
Das Ding,
Blossom Toes,
Dual Sessions,
Anthony Braxton,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.