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 Moldova and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 The Velvet Underground to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hoover,
Royal Trux,
Blossom Toes,
The Smiths,
Gang Starr,
Jeff Mills,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gories,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sonic Youth,
Skarface,
Eve St. Jones,
Michelle Simonal,
Aural Exciters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Misunderstood,
Marshall Jefferson,
Harmonia,
These Immortal Souls,
Monolake,
Godley & Creme,
Jerry's Kids,
Easy Going,
Minnie Riperton,
Maurizio,
Slick Rick,
The Wake,
Deepchord,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roy Ayers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Smoke,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gun Club,
The Divine Comedy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pole,
The American Breed,
The Black Dice,
Andrew Hill,
Anakelly,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
X-102,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Franke,
Robert Wyatt,
Skriet,
The Offenders,
Scan 7,
Johnny Clarke,
X-Ray Spex,
Dorothy Ashby,
MC5,
Rapeman,
Newcleus,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.