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 Eritrea and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 David Bowie 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Surgeon,
Mad Mike,
Eddi Front,
Terry Callier,
June of 44,
Arthur Verocai,
Circle Jerks,
Warsaw,
London Community Gospel Choir,
K-Klass,
The Beau Brummels,
Khruangbin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The United States of America,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tom Boy,
Roy Ayers,
ABC,
Hashim,
Erasure,
Youth Brigade,
Half Japanese,
Reuben Wilson,
Rufus Thomas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ten City,
The Names,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Banda Bassotti,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Index,
The Golliwogs,
Toni Rubio,
MC5,
The Durutti Column,
Eve St. Jones,
Little Man,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Country Teasers,
The Blackbyrds,
Malaria!,
The Kinks,
Bauhaus,
Popol Vuh,
Spoonie Gee,
Shuggie Otis,
Pagans,
Sight & Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Cal Tjader,
Tomorrow,
Maurizio,
Dark Day,
Chrome,
Subhumans,
Hoover,
Metal Thangz,
Symarip,
The Leaves,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.