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 Kenya and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar 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 T. Rex to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Gong,
Kool Moe Dee,
Arcadia,
Young Marble Giants,
Electric Prunes,
Skriet,
Ossler,
Suicide,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Traffic Nightmare,
Goldenarms,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Half Japanese,
Deepchord,
Echospace,
Dawn Penn,
Cameo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
AZ,
Buzzcocks,
Absolute Body Control,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eli Mardock,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Toasters,
Clear Light,
Guru Guru,
Public Enemy,
The Music Machine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mission of Burma,
Scratch Acid,
The Martian,
Derrick May,
Blake Baxter,
Cluster,
Dark Day,
Average White Band,
Malaria!,
The Smiths,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Blossom Toes,
Laurel Aitken,
Yaz,
Masters at Work,
The Grass Roots,
Black Moon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Sound,
Ludus,
Eve St. Jones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Circle Jerks,
Harry Pussy,
Nation of Ulysses,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.