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 East Timor and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Buzzcocks to the punk 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kurtis Blow,
Animal Collective,
Nirvana,
The Angels of Light,
Harmonia,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Todd Rundgren,
Pet Shop Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
Joey Negro,
Marc Almond,
Yazoo,
The Blues Magoos,
Television Personalities,
Sun Ra,
ABBA,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Busters,
Soul II Soul,
Peter and Kerry,
Quando Quango,
New York Dolls,
The Cowsills,
Sarah Menescal,
Terry Callier,
Soft Cell,
The J.B.'s,
Mr. Review,
Wings,
Q and Not U,
Technova,
Rod Modell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brass Construction,
Kerri Chandler,
Stiv Bators,
the Slits,
Public Enemy,
Delta 5,
Tears for Fears,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Con Funk Shun,
The Birthday Party,
the Human League,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Skriet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Johnny Osbourne,
DNA,
Negative Approach,
Albert Ayler,
H. Thieme,
Basic Channel,
Tomorrow,
The Cure,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Invisible,
The Stooges,
Frankie Knuckles,
Circle Jerks,
Althea and Donna,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.