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 Uruguay and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo 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 linndrum 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 Stockholm Monsters to the dance 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
the Germs,
Gong,
The Real Kids,
The Vogues,
The Standells,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kaleidoscope,
Shuggie Otis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yaz,
PIL,
Sex Pistols,
Peter and Kerry,
Intrusion,
The Skatalites,
The Cramps,
The Electric Prunes,
Kevin Saunderson,
China Crisis,
Little Man,
John Foxx,
Ultravox,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dark Day,
The Blues Magoos,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scion,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barry Ungar,
Joey Negro,
DJ Style,
Camouflage,
Arthur Verocai,
The Sonics,
Visage,
The United States of America,
Make Up,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Residents,
Neil Young,
Rekid,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Popol Vuh,
Aural Exciters,
Joensuu 1685,
Rufus Thomas,
Sugar Minott,
Thompson Twins,
The Young Rascals,
World's Most,
Easy Going,
New York Dolls,
Ludus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bad Manners,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.