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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Moody Blues to the techno 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
One Last Wish,
The Gladiators,
Make Up,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Loose Ends,
Sarah Menescal,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Skriet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stetsasonic,
Ituana,
The Velvet Underground,
New Order,
LL Cool J,
Outsiders,
The Raincoats,
The Sound,
Boredoms,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Womack,
X-Ray Spex,
Oblivians,
The Remains,
Country Teasers,
The Cramps,
The Invisible,
Bush Tetras,
Stereo Dub,
KRS-One,
The Count Five,
Amazonics,
Lightning Bolt,
Rosa Yemen,
Fluxion,
Sparks,
The Real Kids,
Slick Rick,
DJ Sneak,
Wire,
Reuben Wilson,
Groovy Waters,
Suicide,
Bluetip,
The Moody Blues,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fuzztones,
Todd Terry,
The Fire Engines,
Pharoah Sanders,
Carl Craig,
Eden Ahbez,
Yellowson,
Black Pus,
Franke,
The Birthday Party,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.