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 Angola and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 MC5 to the grime 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Slits,
Byron Stingily,
a-ha,
the Slits,
Au Pairs,
Cal Tjader,
Schoolly D,
Little Man,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scratch Acid,
The Mighty Diamonds,
K-Klass,
The Vogues,
Babytalk,
R.M.O.,
Letta Mbulu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nils Olav,
Qualms,
Brand Nubian,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Circle Jerks,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Residents,
Angry Samoans,
Infiniti,
Todd Terry,
Al Stewart,
Kas Product,
Chrome,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
FM Einheit,
The Fall,
Banda Bassotti,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gastr Del Sol,
LL Cool J,
Ultravox,
Massinfluence,
The Divine Comedy,
Barbara Tucker,
Marvin Gaye,
Sound Behaviour,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Smog,
Reuben Wilson,
Pulsallama,
Ohio Players,
Subhumans,
Eden Ahbez,
Anakelly,
The Buckinghams,
The Standells,
Lightning Bolt,
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.