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 Turkmenistan and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord 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 X-Ray Spex to the jazz 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Joensuu 1685,
Danielle Patucci,
Max Romeo,
Con Funk Shun,
Hasil Adkins,
Blake Baxter,
The Gladiators,
Easy Going,
The Human League,
Symarip,
The Stooges,
The Fugs,
The Barracudas,
The Vogues,
Joey Negro,
Yusef Lateef,
Q65,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Electric Prunes,
T. Rex,
Barry Ungar,
Wolf Eyes,
Surgeon,
Dark Day,
Rakim,
Soul Sonic Force,
Albert Ayler,
Inner City,
Livin' Joy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Cale,
The Last Poets,
The Golliwogs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Harry Pussy,
The Fortunes,
Magazine,
Bang On A Can,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kerrie Biddell,
Michelle Simonal,
Brick,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Bar-Kays,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fall,
Wally Richardson,
The Knickerbockers,
Boredoms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Interpol,
Nico,
Nick Fraelich,
Main Source,
The Cramps,
The Happenings,
Suburban Knight,
The Count Five,
Prince Buster,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.