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 Benin and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Electric Prunes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
UT,
Erykah Badu,
Los Fastidios,
Johnny Clarke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fatback Band,
Shoche,
Q65,
Television,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bluetip,
ABC,
Fugazi,
Saccharine Trust,
The Blackbyrds,
The Standells,
Bush Tetras,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minny Pops,
PIL,
Yaz,
The Grass Roots,
Aaron Thompson,
Sandy B,
Fad Gadget,
Dorothy Ashby,
Circle Jerks,
Q and Not U,
The Misunderstood,
Tears for Fears,
The Gun Club,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Depeche Mode,
Dark Day,
Heaven 17,
Moebius,
Bob Dylan,
Dawn Penn,
Infiniti,
the Swans,
Nils Olav,
The Monochrome Set,
the Association,
Michelle Simonal,
Howard Jones,
MC5,
Toni Rubio,
The Kinks,
Sight & Sound,
Archie Shepp,
Crime,
China Crisis,
Organ,
John Lydon,
Suburban Knight,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.