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 Vietnam and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe 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 Idris Muhammad to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Smog,
Erasure,
Flipper,
FM Einheit,
Spandau Ballet,
Inner City,
The Golliwogs,
The Cramps,
Alison Limerick,
Black Bananas,
the Germs,
The Misunderstood,
Model 500,
Sight & Sound,
The Martian,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Christie,
The Standells,
T. Rex,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Excepter,
Scratch Acid,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sällskapet,
Marmalade,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Zapp,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fela Kuti,
Funky Four + One,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Pus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Electric Prunes,
Babytalk,
One Last Wish,
Marvin Gaye,
Pylon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fall,
Nils Olav,
the Fania All-Stars,
Angry Samoans,
Masters at Work,
Janne Schatter,
The Zeros,
Deepchord,
Peter & Gordon,
Goldenarms,
The Modern Lovers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Newcleus,
Television,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Sheep,
Skarface,
Essential Logic,
The Techniques,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.