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 Uganda and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Sao Paulo and Bremen.
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 güiro 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 Reagan Youth to the disco 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
The Black Dice,
The Blues Magoos,
Camouflage,
Hoover,
Eurythmics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rekid,
Essential Logic,
the Germs,
Con Funk Shun,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
cv313,
Country Teasers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David Axelrod,
Radiohead,
Pagans,
Loose Ends,
Althea and Donna,
Deakin,
48th St. Collective,
Derrick Morgan,
The Evens,
The Fall,
Stereo Dub,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scan 7,
LL Cool J,
Zero Boys,
PIL,
Hot Snakes,
Sonic Youth,
Nick Fraelich,
Mary Jane Girls,
Simply Red,
The Martian,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dead Boys,
Joyce Sims,
Outsiders,
Terry Callier,
Idris Muhammad,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ponytail,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Spandau Ballet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ludus,
The Searchers,
Arab on Radar,
Jawbox,
The United States of America,
Ossler,
Aaron Thompson,
Steve Hackett,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minutemen,
Moebius,
Reagan Youth,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.