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 Malta and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 Sparks to the grunge 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Tres Demented,
Depeche Mode,
Junior Murvin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crooked Eye,
Minnie Riperton,
Todd Terry,
Au Pairs,
The Motions,
Jandek,
Agent Orange,
Severed Heads,
Black Bananas,
Ludus,
Pierre Henry,
the Germs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Altered Images,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
Josef K,
Duran Duran,
Qualms,
The Busters,
Wasted Youth,
Schoolly D,
The Fire Engines,
Surgeon,
The Gories,
Iggy Pop,
The Sonics,
Tears for Fears,
Buzzcocks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Blake Baxter,
Glenn Branca,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dead Boys,
10cc,
UT,
Monks,
Wire,
Slick Rick,
Essential Logic,
Deadbeat,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yazoo,
Kerri Chandler,
the Soft Cell,
The Velvet Underground,
DJ Style,
Zapp,
Popol Vuh,
Kurtis Blow,
The Human League,
Joe Finger,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Boredoms,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.