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 Korea South 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 The Smiths to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Sherman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bronski Beat,
Delon & Dalcan,
Visage,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pulsallama,
World's Most,
Fluxion,
Siglo XX,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ralphi Rosario,
Little Man,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Charles Mingus,
Scientists,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ronnie Foster,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Country Teasers,
Eurythmics,
Mission of Burma,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Maleditus Sound,
Youth Brigade,
The Divine Comedy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Shuggie Otis,
Mantronix,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Sonics,
Al Stewart,
Pantytec,
Animal Collective,
Peter & Gordon,
Pantaleimon,
The Leaves,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marmalade,
Laurel Aitken,
Sandy B,
The Trojans,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Association,
Con Funk Shun,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Dirtbombs,
David McCallum,
The Knickerbockers,
D'Angelo,
Qualms,
LL Cool J,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.