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 Hungary and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the rap 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Spoonie Gee,
Lyres,
Spandau Ballet,
Scion,
The Walker Brothers,
Television Personalities,
Crime,
The Stooges,
Bill Wells,
Matthew Halsall,
Liliput,
Electric Prunes,
Ronan,
Gabor Szabo,
Saccharine Trust,
Piero Umiliani,
The Birthday Party,
The Angels of Light,
The Knickerbockers,
Section 25,
Public Image Ltd.,
James White and The Blacks,
Neu!,
Rekid,
The Dave Clark Five,
Max Romeo,
Soul II Soul,
Crispian St. Peters,
Unwound,
Sex Pistols,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yaz,
Japan,
Massinfluence,
Black Moon,
Bobby Byrd,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gories,
Minutemen,
Rufus Thomas,
Agent Orange,
Second Layer,
The Litter,
Q and Not U,
Freddie Wadling,
Flamin' Groovies,
Michelle Simonal,
Roy Ayers,
Desert Stars,
Glenn Branca,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Oneida,
Aloha Tigers,
Johnny Clarke,
Scientists,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Donald Byrd,
Icehouse,
Shuggie Otis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.