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 the UAE and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Bob Dylan to the electroclash 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Mr. Review,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed,
Carl Craig,
Peter & Gordon,
Skriet,
David Bowie,
Hardrive,
The Human League,
Loose Ends,
Los Fastidios,
Bronski Beat,
the Bar-Kays,
Tommy Roe,
Ralphi Rosario,
Danielle Patucci,
Fear,
Nico,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Guru Guru,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Second Layer,
Kool Moe Dee,
DJ Sneak,
Mark Hollis,
The Gladiators,
Camberwell Now,
Essential Logic,
Lou Christie,
T.S.O.L.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Music Machine,
Faust,
Dark Day,
Black Flag,
Kerrie Biddell,
X-Ray Spex,
Easy Going,
Derrick May,
The Selecter,
The Residents,
Darondo,
Neil Young,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lucky Dragons,
Warsaw,
Saccharine Trust,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Panda Bear,
Todd Terry,
Adolescents,
Isaac Hayes,
The Young Rascals,
Sun City Girls,
Make Up,
Donny Hathaway,
Letta Mbulu,
Nick Fraelich,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.