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 Lebanon and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 The Slits to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Blake Baxter,
Soft Machine,
Blancmange,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kaleidoscope,
June Days,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Quando Quango,
Leonard Cohen,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Association,
Wally Richardson,
Ten City,
Grandmaster Flash,
Man Parrish,
Depeche Mode,
Jacob Miller,
John Cale,
Godley & Creme,
Fugazi,
Lou Reed,
Rod Modell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Outsiders,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Thompson Twins,
Sex Pistols,
Janne Schatter,
Kayak,
Pulsallama,
Underground Resistance,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joey Negro,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Davy DMX,
Johnny Osbourne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brand Nubian,
Electric Prunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pantaleimon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Zero Boys,
U.S. Maple,
Colin Newman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radiohead,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pagans,
The Fire Engines,
Sunsets and Hearts,
It's A Beautiful Day,
T. Rex,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.