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 Malaysia and from Shanghai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 Gichy Dan to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
The Count Five,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tim Buckley,
Nirvana,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gastr Del Sol,
Delon & Dalcan,
Henry Cow,
Oblivians,
Skaos,
Liliput,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Blues Magoos,
The Zeros,
The Misunderstood,
Rites of Spring,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
U.S. Maple,
Thee Headcoats,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Model 500,
Spoonie Gee,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultravox,
Ituana,
The Associates,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
L. Decosne,
Eddi Front,
Girls At Our Best!,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Main Source,
Siglo XX,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Skatalites,
Faraquet,
Stetsasonic,
Oneida,
The Standells,
Icehouse,
Cluster,
Stockholm Monsters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Monks,
The Fuzztones,
Hardrive,
Can,
Byron Stingily,
Con Funk Shun,
Barbara Tucker,
Monks,
Ponytail,
The J.B.'s,
the Human League,
The Evens,
Bang On A Can,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.