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 Uzbekistan and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes 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 Black Pus to the jazz 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Mission of Burma,
The Monks,
Scratch Acid,
The Sonics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
New York Dolls,
Liliput,
Pussy Galore,
T.S.O.L.,
Cecil Taylor,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sparks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Q and Not U,
New Order,
Joy Division,
The Fortunes,
The Misunderstood,
Supertramp,
Chris & Cosey,
the Human League,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Victims,
World's Most,
Marine Girls,
Fat Boys,
Simply Red,
Deadbeat,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hoover,
Flipper,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Television Personalities,
Tomorrow,
Chrome,
Goldenarms,
Wally Richardson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Zero Boys,
Cluster,
Jeff Lynne,
These Immortal Souls,
Nas,
Todd Rundgren,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tommy Roe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Amazonics,
Second Layer,
Nirvana,
Main Source,
Funky Four + One,
OOIOO,
Vladislav Delay,
The Offenders,
Erasure,
The Motions,
Camberwell Now,
Soul Sonic Force,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.