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 Togo and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scott Walker to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sex Pistols,
The Fugs,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Sherman,
Jawbox,
ABC,
The Flesh Eaters,
Talk Talk,
Rotary Connection,
Matthew Bourne,
Drexciya,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
EPMD,
the Bar-Kays,
Shoche,
Ludus,
Y Pants,
Newcleus,
Niagra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roy Ayers,
New York Dolls,
Jeff Mills,
Arcadia,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scion,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Judy Mowatt,
Shuggie Otis,
Charles Mingus,
The Five Americans,
Essential Logic,
Iggy Pop,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
New Age Steppers,
Sixth Finger,
Crooked Eye,
Masters at Work,
Terrestrial Tones,
Delta 5,
Gong,
Derrick Morgan,
Pierre Henry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dead C,
Avey Tare,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Happenings,
Camouflage,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gabor Szabo,
Brick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lungfish,
The Kinks,
Laurel Aitken,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Lydon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.