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 Jordan and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 the Swans to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Motorama,
The Velvet Underground,
Marvin Gaye,
Ronnie Foster,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Blackbyrds,
Dave Gahan,
Mission of Burma,
Jerry's Kids,
Althea and Donna,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Index,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Smoke,
In Retrospect,
48th St. Collective,
Quadrant,
Robert Görl,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Skaos,
EPMD,
Robert Wyatt,
The Slits,
Saccharine Trust,
Fela Kuti,
KRS-One,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Procol Harum,
Sex Pistols,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Sonics,
Joy Division,
Rod Modell,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dead Boys,
The Smiths,
Fatback Band,
Gichy Dan,
UT,
The Monochrome Set,
Todd Terry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marine Girls,
Easy Going,
Silicon Teens,
Terry Callier,
Chrome,
Babytalk,
Mantronix,
Eurythmics,
Q65,
Toni Rubio,
Ohio Players,
John Coltrane,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.