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 New Zealand and from Taipei.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Human League to the grime 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Archie Shepp,
Gabor Szabo,
DJ Sneak,
Ultra Naté,
Camouflage,
Dead Boys,
The Offenders,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sarah Menescal,
Lower 48,
Scion,
Jerry's Kids,
David Bowie,
Ultravox,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Music Machine,
Sparks,
Duran Duran,
The Trojans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Birthday Party,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The New Christs,
ABBA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jandek,
John Coltrane,
Kerrie Biddell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Swans,
MC5,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neil Young,
Goldenarms,
Clear Light,
Heaven 17,
Soft Machine,
PIL,
The Golliwogs,
Liliput,
The Gap Band,
Oneida,
Barry Ungar,
Peter & Gordon,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Mission of Burma,
Donald Byrd,
Hoover,
DJ Style,
Mantronix,
Tubeway Army,
Ponytail,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rod Modell,
Radiohead,
Rites of Spring,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Erykah Badu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.