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 Colombia and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
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 sitar 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 Half Japanese to the grunge 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Buckinghams,
Avey Tare,
Robert Hood,
Magma,
Charles Mingus,
Lyres,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cybotron,
Radio Birdman,
the Germs,
The New Christs,
Steve Hackett,
Angry Samoans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Happenings,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Unrelated Segments,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Arthur Verocai,
Minor Threat,
Wally Richardson,
The Zeros,
Prince Buster,
Ohio Players,
Simply Red,
Fear,
Fela Kuti,
Tropical Tobacco,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Theoretical Girls,
Hoover,
L. Decosne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gories,
Monks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Chris Corsano,
Pylon,
The Fuzztones,
Boredoms,
Maleditus Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Zero Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
Jawbox,
Public Enemy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Derrick Morgan,
The Standells,
Roy Ayers,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Names,
Archie Shepp,
Ponytail,
Wings,
The American Breed,
Roxette,
Fatback Band,
Mantronix,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.