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 Iran 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brand Nubian,
Bauhaus,
The Buckinghams,
The Searchers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Liliput,
Laurel Aitken,
Oblivians,
New Order,
Wings,
Khruangbin,
Hasil Adkins,
Pierre Henry,
Panda Bear,
Rotary Connection,
Parry Music,
Malaria!,
Chris & Cosey,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arcadia,
Fad Gadget,
Los Fastidios,
John Coltrane,
Yaz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Unrelated Segments,
Jerry's Kids,
Warsaw,
Amon Düül II,
Gabor Szabo,
Freddie Wadling,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roger Hodgson,
The New Christs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Reagan Youth,
Motorama,
The Real Kids,
Faust,
Sound Behaviour,
Wolf Eyes,
Absolute Body Control,
Tres Demented,
The Offenders,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Seeds,
Yellowson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Raincoats,
CMW,
Duran Duran,
Patti Smith,
Icehouse,
The Slackers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Swans,
Wire,
Black Moon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jawbox,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.