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 Andorra and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Cecil Taylor to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Move,
Excepter,
cv313,
Judy Mowatt,
Davy DMX,
Eric Dolphy,
Arab on Radar,
Swans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bush Tetras,
Sällskapet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eric Copeland,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Pus,
One Last Wish,
Connie Case,
the Fania All-Stars,
UT,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sonic Youth,
Ultra Naté,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Trojans,
The Gun Club,
The Cramps,
The Cure,
Warsaw,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lucky Dragons,
The Monks,
Schoolly D,
Young Marble Giants,
Motorama,
the Normal,
KRS-One,
Amon Düül,
Boredoms,
48th St. Collective,
Fad Gadget,
Joy Division,
Black Moon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pagans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Christie,
Heaven 17,
Sight & Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Negative Approach,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rod Modell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fatback Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Residents,
Basic Channel,
Maurizio,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.