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 Vietnam and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Mars to the techno 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stetsasonic,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Durutti Column,
The Move,
Boz Scaggs,
Isaac Hayes,
Connie Case,
Franke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gladiators,
Nik Kershaw,
Piero Umiliani,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Motions,
Motorama,
Bootsy Collins,
The Vogues,
Skaos,
Shoche,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Funky Four + One,
Saccharine Trust,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Todd Terry,
the Germs,
Deadbeat,
Black Bananas,
Laurel Aitken,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
CMW,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Grass Roots,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cymande,
Janne Schatter,
48th St. Collective,
The Residents,
Vladislav Delay,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
X-101,
Grandmaster Flash,
One Last Wish,
Scion,
Jacob Miller,
Pierre Henry,
Barry Ungar,
Aswad,
Ice-T,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Derrick May,
a-ha,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Stooges,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tomorrow,
Barrington Levy,
Urselle,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.