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 Venezuela and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar 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 Ten City to the disco 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Gong,
FM Einheit,
Scratch Acid,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Beau Brummels,
Clear Light,
Y Pants,
Dennis Brown,
U.S. Maple,
Cybotron,
Scion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Slits,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deadbeat,
The Remains,
Audionom,
The Pretty Things,
The Pop Group,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Average White Band,
Pantytec,
Malaria!,
Das Ding,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ludus,
The Modern Lovers,
Tomorrow,
the Swans,
Gang of Four,
T. Rex,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Martian,
The Names,
Bush Tetras,
Pet Shop Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fortunes,
Monks,
Arthur Verocai,
The Angels of Light,
Fugazi,
UT,
Grauzone,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ralphi Rosario,
James White and The Blacks,
Smog,
The Sisters of Mercy,
R.M.O.,
Sonic Youth,
Rosa Yemen,
Angry Samoans,
Laurel Aitken,
Camouflage,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.