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 Kuwait and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar 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 Max Romeo to the funk 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fear,
Sister Nancy,
The Fugs,
The Cowsills,
John Cale,
Ultravox,
a-ha,
The Last Poets,
The Golliwogs,
the Soft Cell,
Dead Boys,
kango's stein massive,
Susan Cadogan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hardrive,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Byrd,
Hoover,
La Düsseldorf,
Symarip,
L. Decosne,
In Retrospect,
Derrick Morgan,
Todd Rundgren,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Pretty Things,
Marine Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tommy Roe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Misunderstood,
X-102,
The Fuzztones,
the Germs,
Joy Division,
Radiohead,
Groovy Waters,
The Young Rascals,
Japan,
E-Dancer,
Mantronix,
KRS-One,
Faust,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pere Ubu,
Average White Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mo-Dettes,
The Zeros,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aswad,
Gang Green,
Girls At Our Best!,
These Immortal Souls,
Magma,
The Gap Band,
Lou Reed,
Goldenarms,
Motorama,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.