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 Turkmenistan and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba 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 Dual Sessions to the dance 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Arcadia,
The Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Youth Brigade,
Roy Ayers,
Wasted Youth,
Banda Bassotti,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Godley & Creme,
David Bowie,
UT,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cure,
Infiniti,
The New Christs,
B.T. Express,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barbara Tucker,
Gil Scott Heron,
Monolake,
The Doobie Brothers,
Procol Harum,
Peter and Kerry,
Mission of Burma,
Mr. Review,
John Lydon,
Spoonie Gee,
Mantronix,
Crash Course in Science,
Brothers Johnson,
Nick Fraelich,
the Bar-Kays,
Ten City,
Ohio Players,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Busters,
The Names,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Offenders,
Bill Wells,
the Human League,
The Detroit Cobras,
OOIOO,
Arthur Verocai,
The Stooges,
Johnny Osbourne,
Au Pairs,
Spandau Ballet,
The Grass Roots,
Terrestrial Tones,
Juan Atkins,
Massinfluence,
Fela Kuti,
Eddi Front,
Iggy Pop,
The Invisible,
Mad Mike,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.