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 Korea South and from Madrid.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Derrick Morgan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Agitation Free,
Marmalade,
Cheater Slicks,
Kaleidoscope,
Judy Mowatt,
New York Dolls,
The Victims,
Stiv Bators,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bauhaus,
Make Up,
Eden Ahbez,
Thompson Twins,
Iggy Pop,
Robert Wyatt,
The Index,
One Last Wish,
Hashim,
The United States of America,
Camouflage,
MC5,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Dead C,
Curtis Mayfield,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Youth Brigade,
The Last Poets,
Morten Harket,
Freddie Wadling,
Eve St. Jones,
Jeff Mills,
Tommy Roe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Au Pairs,
John Coltrane,
The Leaves,
Joy Division,
Rosa Yemen,
Lower 48,
Sixth Finger,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lakeside,
Second Layer,
T. Rex,
Derrick May,
The New Christs,
Amon Düül II,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barbara Tucker,
The Slits,
Joyce Sims,
Kenny Larkin,
Sister Nancy,
The Human League,
Connie Case,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Move,
Malaria!,
L. Decosne,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.