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 Tunisia and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 Lee Hazlewood to the jazz 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Byron Stingily,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Maleditus Sound,
Max Romeo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tommy Roe,
The Busters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
New York Dolls,
Thee Headcoats,
Colin Newman,
Scratch Acid,
Ornette Coleman,
The Raincoats,
the Human League,
David Bowie,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fad Gadget,
Rufus Thomas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Chris & Cosey,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pole,
ABC,
Clear Light,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Sherman,
Nico,
DNA,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang of Four,
The Barracudas,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare,
Pierre Henry,
The Moleskins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Radiohead,
Gang Starr,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bauhaus,
The Cramps,
Public Image Ltd.,
Swans,
The Doors,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Parry Music,
The Stooges,
Animal Collective,
Todd Terry,
Camberwell Now,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Neil Young,
Bluetip,
Nik Kershaw,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.