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 Croatia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 Todd Rundgren to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Underground Resistance,
Sexual Harrassment,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tubeway Army,
Ohio Players,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sister Nancy,
Q and Not U,
The United States of America,
Ossler,
Roxette,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Womack,
Hasil Adkins,
Marmalade,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Techniques,
The Blues Magoos,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lou Christie,
Mad Mike,
Dawn Penn,
Tomorrow,
Drexciya,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Essential Logic,
Harry Pussy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Altered Images,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang Green,
Peter & Gordon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fluxion,
Theoretical Girls,
The Standells,
The Smiths,
X-Ray Spex,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bootsy Collins,
Lungfish,
Monks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Carl Craig,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nick Fraelich,
The Mojo Men,
Hot Snakes,
Rekid,
The Barracudas,
The Raincoats,
Black Moon,
Quantec,
Radio Birdman,
Alice Coltrane,
Electric Prunes,
La Düsseldorf,
Delta 5,
Soulsonic Force,
Anthony Braxton,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.