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 Paris.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron 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 Echo & the Bunnymen 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Amon Düül,
The Gladiators,
Terrestrial Tones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Harry Pussy,
Nico,
Jeff Mills,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Reuben Wilson,
Monolake,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Danielle Patucci,
Siglo XX,
Skaos,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Holt,
the Sonics,
China Crisis,
Derrick Morgan,
The Knickerbockers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Basic Channel,
Hardrive,
Tears for Fears,
Blake Baxter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bill Wells,
Chrome,
Half Japanese,
Model 500,
Little Man,
The Gap Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ludus,
Altered Images,
Fad Gadget,
the Soft Cell,
Scrapy,
Hashim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Delta 5,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Stooges,
Young Marble Giants,
Bill Near,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kerri Chandler,
The Smoke,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Youth Brigade,
Unwound,
Roy Ayers,
Davy DMX,
Magma,
Dorothy Ashby,
Glenn Branca,
Tomorrow,
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.