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 United Kingdom 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Dead Boys to the disco 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Grandmaster Flash,
Idris Muhammad,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ituana,
Pussy Galore,
Surgeon,
The Young Rascals,
Gang Green,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eden Ahbez,
In Retrospect,
La Düsseldorf,
Lebanon Hanover,
Vainqueur,
The Moody Blues,
the Bar-Kays,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thompson Twins,
The Searchers,
the Sonics,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bauhaus,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Star Department,
Henry Cow,
Steve Hackett,
Pole,
Monks,
Funky Four + One,
Agent Orange,
The Moleskins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ponytail,
The Misunderstood,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Last Poets,
the Soft Cell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Khruangbin,
Liliput,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Warren Ellis,
Lungfish,
Todd Rundgren,
Masters at Work,
The Angels of Light,
The Raincoats,
The Count Five,
Jesper Dahlback,
Negative Approach,
Barry Ungar,
Rekid,
The Gladiators,
Yazoo,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.