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 El Salvador and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marvin Gaye to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
One Last Wish,
Moss Icon,
Smog,
Pole,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Don Cherry,
Unwound,
Aaron Thompson,
Lungfish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
EPMD,
The Techniques,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Matthew Halsall,
Subhumans,
Iggy Pop,
Delta 5,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minutemen,
The Martian,
ABC,
Idris Muhammad,
Barclay James Harvest,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Dead C,
Rapeman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Blackbyrds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Symarip,
Tubeway Army,
Technova,
Sugar Minott,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mantronix,
Blossom Toes,
This Heat,
Marine Girls,
David McCallum,
Echospace,
Ludus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Last Poets,
Fatback Band,
Cymande,
The Mojo Men,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soft Machine,
Thee Headcoats,
Con Funk Shun,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mo-Dettes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Royal Trux,
Dawn Penn,
Max Romeo,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.