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 Guyana and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 Tom Boy to the grunge 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Marcia Griffiths,
In Retrospect,
Warsaw,
June Days,
Bill Near,
the Germs,
Niagra,
Q65,
The Techniques,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cymande,
Lindisfarne,
Tom Boy,
Flash Fearless,
L. Decosne,
Cal Tjader,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nick Fraelich,
Darondo,
Ralphi Rosario,
UT,
Amon Düül II,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Slits,
Joy Division,
Shoche,
Von Mondo,
One Last Wish,
Brick,
The Human League,
Jawbox,
Archie Shepp,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Inner City,
Agitation Free,
David Bowie,
Deepchord,
Roxy Music,
New Order,
Marine Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Oblivians,
Slick Rick,
Robert Wyatt,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cluster,
Moebius,
Goldenarms,
The Young Rascals,
cv313,
Fluxion,
Ken Boothe,
Sun City Girls,
Avey Tare,
Chris & Cosey,
Audionom,
Robert Hood,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Faraquet,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.