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 Israel and from Manila.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar 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 Judy Mowatt to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Basic Channel,
Los Fastidios,
Marshall Jefferson,
Q and Not U,
The Wake,
Cal Tjader,
Harry Pussy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Motorama,
Warsaw,
Boz Scaggs,
Minutemen,
FM Einheit,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scan 7,
The Doors,
The Index,
New York Dolls,
Cybotron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roxette,
Neu!,
Con Funk Shun,
Whodini,
Frankie Knuckles,
Von Mondo,
Althea and Donna,
Pulsallama,
The Velvet Underground,
Rakim,
Michelle Simonal,
Marcia Griffiths,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Reed,
The Evens,
Reagan Youth,
Sam Rivers,
Sun Ra,
Television Personalities,
Max Romeo,
Model 500,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Womack,
Rekid,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
ABBA,
DNA,
The Stooges,
Angry Samoans,
John Cale,
Slick Rick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Last Poets,
Roger Hodgson,
Stiv Bators,
48th St. Collective,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.