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 Saudi Arabia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Steve Hackett to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Flash Fearless,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hoover,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lyres,
Donald Byrd,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Seeds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Zeros,
John Cale,
Prince Buster,
Duran Duran,
Whodini,
Matthew Bourne,
Johnny Clarke,
Infiniti,
Stetsasonic,
Underground Resistance,
The Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Christie,
Hardrive,
Scan 7,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Görl,
Public Enemy,
Panda Bear,
Alton Ellis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bronski Beat,
T.S.O.L.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Vainqueur,
Dave Gahan,
The Gap Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Reagan Youth,
June of 44,
Spoonie Gee,
Metal Thangz,
The Star Department,
The Evens,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
June Days,
The Music Machine,
Marmalade,
Connie Case,
The Martian,
Animal Collective,
Trumans Water,
Glenn Branca,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Saccharine Trust,
Pierre Henry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
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.