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 Somalia and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the rap 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Warren Ellis,
The Modern Lovers,
Electric Prunes,
The Busters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Qualms,
Ken Boothe,
Robert Wyatt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Terry Callier,
Derrick Morgan,
Bang On A Can,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deepchord,
Jerry's Kids,
Matthew Bourne,
Quadrant,
Ronan,
Yellowson,
New Order,
A Certain Ratio,
JFA,
Von Mondo,
The Misunderstood,
Grauzone,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yazoo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Moody Blues,
Morten Harket,
UT,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Youth Brigade,
Basic Channel,
the Germs,
Bob Dylan,
The Motions,
Delta 5,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Suburban Knight,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang Starr,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Drexciya,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Juan Atkins,
Sex Pistols,
Zapp,
The Fall,
Gang of Four,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Residents,
Scion,
Reuben Wilson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.