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 Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet 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 Neu! to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soft Machine,
David Bowie,
X-102,
Organ,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Slits,
Crooked Eye,
The Fuzztones,
R.M.O.,
The Golliwogs,
The Leaves,
Gang Starr,
Little Man,
Freddie Wadling,
Reuben Wilson,
Radio Birdman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Human League,
Lalann,
The Velvet Underground,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Delta 5,
Q and Not U,
The Offenders,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gap Band,
Ituana,
Agent Orange,
Gang Gang Dance,
La Düsseldorf,
T.S.O.L.,
Fad Gadget,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wally Richardson,
Skaos,
The Cramps,
Guru Guru,
Public Image Ltd.,
Terry Callier,
Banda Bassotti,
Ronan,
B.T. Express,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tres Demented,
The Skatalites,
Josef K,
Janne Schatter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Second Layer,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Birthday Party,
Hoover,
Minnie Riperton,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.