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 New Zealand and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
The Trojans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bronski Beat,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sarah Menescal,
The Real Kids,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marc Almond,
Accadde A,
Public Enemy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cameo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The United States of America,
Neil Young,
Urselle,
The Wake,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Holt,
Scion,
Kaleidoscope,
KRS-One,
The Kinks,
Index,
Bobby Womack,
Scratch Acid,
10cc,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Standells,
Barry Ungar,
Severed Heads,
The Golliwogs,
The Fugs,
Robert Hood,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Altered Images,
Minor Threat,
Gabor Szabo,
Blake Baxter,
Harry Pussy,
Reuben Wilson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Little Man,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Absolute Body Control,
Arab on Radar,
Excepter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minutemen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Christie,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Visage,
Agent Orange,
Swans,
Duran Duran,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Deakin,
Inner City,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.