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 France and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 Audionom to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Barry Ungar,
Flash Fearless,
a-ha,
Glenn Branca,
R.M.O.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Donald Byrd,
The Young Rascals,
FM Einheit,
Smog,
The Birthday Party,
Silicon Teens,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Angels of Light,
Deakin,
Nirvana,
Reagan Youth,
X-101,
The Saints,
Average White Band,
Visage,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scan 7,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Niagra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nils Olav,
Prince Buster,
The Red Krayola,
Albert Ayler,
Avey Tare,
Public Image Ltd.,
World's Most,
Blossom Toes,
The Cure,
Boz Scaggs,
Rites of Spring,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Goldenarms,
the Slits,
June Days,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Grass Roots,
Neu!,
10cc,
The Fuzztones,
Inner City,
Liliput,
Rotary Connection,
Icehouse,
MDC,
Minor Threat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stetsasonic,
Ten City,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang Green,
Gichy Dan,
Tim Buckley,
Dave Gahan,
Negative Approach,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.