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 Madagascar and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Peter and Kerry to the grunge 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Anthony Braxton,
Desert Stars,
Black Flag,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fortunes,
The Fire Engines,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nils Olav,
The Moody Blues,
Pagans,
The Slits,
Silicon Teens,
Das Ding,
Suicide,
Faraquet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scrapy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Hood,
Skarface,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dual Sessions,
Moss Icon,
Steve Hackett,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Guru Guru,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brick,
Judy Mowatt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Trojans,
Panda Bear,
Cal Tjader,
The Black Dice,
Joyce Sims,
Con Funk Shun,
Dennis Brown,
Janne Schatter,
Country Teasers,
The American Breed,
Urselle,
Pantytec,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pantaleimon,
Siglo XX,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Royal Trux,
Section 25,
Theoretical Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
Thompson Twins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tres Demented,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Drexciya,
Throbbing Gristle,
Severed Heads,
Barbara Tucker,
The Birthday Party,
MC5,
Marvin Gaye,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.