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 Nigeria and from Jakarta.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 The Misunderstood to the grunge 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
The Black Dice,
Mandrill,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Flag,
MDC,
Henry Cow,
Idris Muhammad,
Funky Four + One,
Grey Daturas,
Susan Cadogan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Parry Music,
H. Thieme,
Moby Grape,
Loose Ends,
Rufus Thomas,
Neu!,
Model 500,
Lyres,
Jacob Miller,
Eric Copeland,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Motions,
Colin Newman,
The Moody Blues,
Roy Ayers,
Anakelly,
DJ Sneak,
Popol Vuh,
Urselle,
48th St. Collective,
Donald Byrd,
Aswad,
Circle Jerks,
Piero Umiliani,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Darondo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sällskapet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Johnny Clarke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Buckinghams,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Happenings,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Index,
F. McDonald,
Chris Corsano,
The United States of America,
The Saints,
Yellowson,
FM Einheit,
Patti Smith,
Hardrive,
Pagans,
Mission of Burma,
The Grass Roots,
the Swans,
John Coltrane,
Half Japanese,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.