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 Brazil and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro 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 Crooked Eye to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
The Vogues,
Bootsy Collins,
The Litter,
Sandy B,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Oblivians,
Warsaw,
Unwound,
Y Pants,
Hot Snakes,
Silicon Teens,
Traffic Nightmare,
Erasure,
Iggy Pop,
Model 500,
Sonic Youth,
Connie Case,
Excepter,
The Red Krayola,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Theoretical Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
Bluetip,
Jerry's Kids,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joe Smooth,
Black Bananas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fuzztones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Throbbing Gristle,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kerri Chandler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Motorama,
John Coltrane,
MDC,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The New Christs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Angels of Light,
Mad Mike,
Spoonie Gee,
Unrelated Segments,
Young Marble Giants,
Camouflage,
Visage,
June Days,
Ludus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brass Construction,
Frankie Knuckles,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Christie,
New Age Steppers,
Main Source,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.