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 Seoul.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Interpol to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers 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?
Kenny Larkin,
T.S.O.L.,
Wasted Youth,
Soul II Soul,
Marc Almond,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
B.T. Express,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nik Kershaw,
Vladislav Delay,
Icehouse,
Kayak,
Theoretical Girls,
Camberwell Now,
MC5,
David McCallum,
The Searchers,
Thompson Twins,
Pussy Galore,
Chrome,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mark Hollis,
Bob Dylan,
Infiniti,
Jeff Lynne,
Ice-T,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
X-102,
LL Cool J,
The Fugs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scion,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Patti Smith,
Intrusion,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Underground Resistance,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Siglo XX,
Gong,
Altered Images,
CMW,
Nick Fraelich,
Anthony Braxton,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tim Buckley,
The Shadows of Knight,
Harmonia,
Fat Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Swans,
Franke,
The Remains,
Eric Copeland,
Eden Ahbez,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quadrant,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.