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 Malta 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Holger Czukay 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 Stooges to the crunk 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Delta 5,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Avey Tare,
Hardrive,
Kayak,
The Cowsills,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nirvana,
The Grass Roots,
The Sound,
Metal Thangz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Young Rascals,
The Standells,
Clear Light,
Barry Ungar,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wire,
The Black Dice,
Ponytail,
Amazonics,
Connie Case,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hashim,
Don Cherry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Au Pairs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scan 7,
Loose Ends,
Lindisfarne,
DNA,
Wolf Eyes,
Aaron Thompson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Real Kids,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Matthew Halsall,
Ornette Coleman,
David McCallum,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Porter Ricks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yazoo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Young Marble Giants,
Tubeway Army,
Quadrant,
Supertramp,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Davy DMX,
Crooked Eye,
La Düsseldorf,
Von Mondo,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.