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 Peru and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb 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 Peter and Kerry to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
UT,
a-ha,
Zero Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
Henry Cow,
The American Breed,
Juan Atkins,
The Golliwogs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Thee Headcoats,
FM Einheit,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Index,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Angels of Light,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sixth Finger,
Public Enemy,
Rakim,
The Raincoats,
Japan,
Icehouse,
Stiv Bators,
The Searchers,
Scrapy,
The Last Poets,
New York Dolls,
Yaz,
the Association,
Sugar Minott,
Neil Young,
Bronski Beat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kas Product,
The Invisible,
Agent Orange,
Al Stewart,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Bar-Kays,
Angry Samoans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Byrd,
Scratch Acid,
Sun City Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ludus,
Spandau Ballet,
Lyres,
Soft Cell,
Sex Pistols,
Danielle Patucci,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Sheep,
Erykah Badu,
Mo-Dettes,
Ten City,
Sister Nancy,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.