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 Latvia and from London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 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 The Last Poets to the rock 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Tomorrow,
Althea and Donna,
Babytalk,
The Flesh Eaters,
Unrelated Segments,
Camouflage,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hardrive,
The Velvet Underground,
Rakim,
Matthew Bourne,
Brand Nubian,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Womack,
Parry Music,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eddi Front,
The Stooges,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ronan,
The Moleskins,
The Invisible,
Nils Olav,
F. McDonald,
Lungfish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kool Moe Dee,
Suicide,
Soft Machine,
The Neon Judgement,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dark Day,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thompson Twins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crash Course in Science,
Pere Ubu,
Ponytail,
Moebius,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang of Four,
Faraquet,
Lou Christie,
The Raincoats,
Nik Kershaw,
Whodini,
The Leaves,
Stetsasonic,
Kas Product,
kango's stein massive,
Interpol,
Joy Division,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Swans,
The Modern Lovers,
Sam Rivers,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.