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 Monaco and from Lille.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Seeds to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
The Fire Engines,
Thee Headcoats,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
D'Angelo,
Sun City Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
Interpol,
Heaven 17,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Josef K,
The Move,
Jeff Lynne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Smoke,
Tomorrow,
John Lydon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Unwound,
Anthony Braxton,
Fat Boys,
LL Cool J,
Sixth Finger,
Vainqueur,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kaleidoscope,
Marc Almond,
Dennis Brown,
Sister Nancy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alphaville,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soft Machine,
Camouflage,
Sight & Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barry Ungar,
The Remains,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Half Japanese,
Surgeon,
Donny Hathaway,
T. Rex,
The Sonics,
Gang of Four,
KRS-One,
Visage,
Fear,
The Sound,
Oblivians,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bob Dylan,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Pus,
Dawn Penn,
EPMD,
Zero Boys,
John Coltrane,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.