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 Fiji and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Quadrant to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Index,
Minor Threat,
DNA,
The Real Kids,
The Invisible,
Yazoo,
The Divine Comedy,
Brick,
Josef K,
These Immortal Souls,
Can,
Moebius,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joyce Sims,
The Buckinghams,
Franke,
Marc Almond,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bob Dylan,
The Cowsills,
Eddi Front,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mandrill,
Black Sheep,
Magma,
Chrome,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Excepter,
Tubeway Army,
Rotary Connection,
Juan Atkins,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Byrd,
Reuben Wilson,
Fela Kuti,
Hoover,
Deepchord,
Barry Ungar,
the Slits,
Gil Scott Heron,
June of 44,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bootsy Collins,
Khruangbin,
The Motions,
The Busters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
One Last Wish,
New York Dolls,
Judy Mowatt,
Mission of Burma,
ABBA,
The Mummies,
Soft Cell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Star Department,
Basic Channel,
Silicon Teens,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.