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 Yemen and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 David Bowie 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 Stiv Bators 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
John Lydon,
Tom Boy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Foxx,
Joy Division,
Little Man,
DNA,
Depeche Mode,
Fluxion,
The Saints,
Soulsonic Force,
Hardrive,
Swell Maps,
Sexual Harrassment,
ABC,
Brass Construction,
Wally Richardson,
Jeff Mills,
Y Pants,
Skaos,
Nick Fraelich,
Agitation Free,
Skarface,
New Order,
Buzzcocks,
Dawn Penn,
Dead Boys,
Supertramp,
kango's stein massive,
Faust,
Shuggie Otis,
Oneida,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fugs,
Surgeon,
The Stooges,
The Offenders,
UT,
The Martian,
Bobby Sherman,
Todd Rundgren,
Animal Collective,
Silicon Teens,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Make Up,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rufus Thomas,
Fela Kuti,
Crash Course in Science,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultra Naté,
Soft Cell,
Byron Stingily,
Unrelated Segments,
It's A Beautiful Day,
MC5,
Duran Duran,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.