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 Romania and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 Ultra Naté to the punk 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Roxette,
Pantaleimon,
Derrick May,
Maurizio,
Blancmange,
David Bowie,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The United States of America,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soulsonic Force,
Nik Kershaw,
Amazonics,
The Fugs,
Japan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
David McCallum,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Loose Ends,
The Happenings,
Alphaville,
Franke,
The Star Department,
DJ Sneak,
Joy Division,
Alton Ellis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
R.M.O.,
Saccharine Trust,
Neu!,
James White and The Blacks,
The Smoke,
EPMD,
Albert Ayler,
Tommy Roe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Glambeats Corp.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ohio Players,
the Germs,
the Sonics,
Model 500,
Unrelated Segments,
Radio Birdman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Donny Hathaway,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
X-Ray Spex,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Green,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Grass Roots,
Agent Orange,
Joey Negro,
Rotary Connection,
Michelle Simonal,
Rufus Thomas,
The Knickerbockers,
Sonic Youth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.