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 Ukraine and from London.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith 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?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nico,
Crash Course in Science,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Smoke,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Steve Hackett,
Wolf Eyes,
R.M.O.,
The Mummies,
John Coltrane,
Andrew Hill,
The Motions,
Ice-T,
L. Decosne,
Derrick May,
DJ Style,
The Durutti Column,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eve St. Jones,
The Human League,
The Offenders,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Traffic Nightmare,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tubeway Army,
The Blackbyrds,
Whodini,
Alice Coltrane,
Guru Guru,
Wasted Youth,
Carl Craig,
Maleditus Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
ABBA,
Lakeside,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Golliwogs,
Easy Going,
Inner City,
Theoretical Girls,
Faraquet,
Mo-Dettes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Magma,
Fluxion,
F. McDonald,
Al Stewart,
Roger Hodgson,
kango's stein massive,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Alarm Clocks,
Intrusion,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
David Bowie,
T. Rex,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Flag,
Mantronix,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Audionom,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.