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 Comoros and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar 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 Rosa Yemen to the disco 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
EPMD,
Scion,
Mad Mike,
The Doors,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Skriet,
Matthew Bourne,
Little Man,
Marvin Gaye,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Moebius,
The Techniques,
Gong,
John Holt,
China Crisis,
Terry Callier,
The Standells,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Womack,
Slick Rick,
Black Pus,
Absolute Body Control,
The Blackbyrds,
John Coltrane,
The Dave Clark Five,
Simply Red,
the Association,
Can,
Ultravox,
The Young Rascals,
Mr. Review,
Excepter,
Public Enemy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
James White and The Blacks,
Roxette,
Audionom,
Los Fastidios,
Subhumans,
Peter and Kerry,
Surgeon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Porter Ricks,
Thompson Twins,
Zapp,
PIL,
Jesper Dahlback,
Malaria!,
Rotary Connection,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Animal Collective,
Deadbeat,
June of 44,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.