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 Korea South and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron 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 Lungfish to the disco 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
The Vogues,
Bootsy Collins,
Pantaleimon,
Oblivians,
Gerry Rafferty,
Harmonia,
Ultimate Spinach,
Popol Vuh,
Clear Light,
The Happenings,
JFA,
Jawbox,
Juan Atkins,
Black Pus,
The Pop Group,
Harpers Bizarre,
Main Source,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tubeway Army,
Matthew Bourne,
Alphaville,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Sonics,
Mission of Burma,
Chris & Cosey,
Arab on Radar,
Judy Mowatt,
Thee Headcoats,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lindisfarne,
Neu!,
Radio Birdman,
Fatback Band,
Pagans,
Essential Logic,
Sarah Menescal,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Deadbeat,
Mars,
kango's stein massive,
The Gap Band,
Glenn Branca,
Ornette Coleman,
The Moody Blues,
Moby Grape,
The United States of America,
Colin Newman,
Lalann,
The Moleskins,
Dennis Brown,
The Modern Lovers,
Blancmange,
Inner City,
X-101,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rod Modell,
Trumans Water,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.