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 Comoros and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 Model 500 to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Junior Murvin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Cale,
T. Rex,
the Normal,
New Order,
Black Sheep,
The Fugs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rekid,
Grey Daturas,
Brothers Johnson,
The Neon Judgement,
Dorothy Ashby,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Slits,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Detroit Cobras,
Inner City,
Lightning Bolt,
Agitation Free,
Roxette,
The Mojo Men,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Görl,
Todd Rundgren,
Soft Machine,
Reagan Youth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boredoms,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gladiators,
cv313,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Five Americans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bauhaus,
Gang Starr,
Maleditus Sound,
Joe Finger,
Jeff Mills,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cal Tjader,
The Cowsills,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fugazi,
T.S.O.L.,
Patti Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
Byron Stingily,
Shuggie Otis,
Steve Hackett,
The Wake,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kaleidoscope,
Letta Mbulu,
Tomorrow,
Tears for Fears,
The Remains,
The Moleskins,
Loose Ends,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.