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 Colombia and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar 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 Tubeway Army to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Boredoms,
kango's stein massive,
Drexciya,
Steve Hackett,
A Certain Ratio,
Public Enemy,
Crime,
Jandek,
Intrusion,
Johnny Clarke,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Divine Comedy,
the Swans,
Bauhaus,
The New Christs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gladiators,
Skaos,
Fela Kuti,
Joe Smooth,
China Crisis,
The Motions,
Gang Starr,
Lungfish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Dirtbombs,
Scion,
New Age Steppers,
Camberwell Now,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Anthony Braxton,
Scan 7,
Ten City,
Circle Jerks,
The J.B.'s,
Oneida,
Gong,
Connie Case,
Lower 48,
Mary Jane Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
Alison Limerick,
Crooked Eye,
Tim Buckley,
Fat Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
Heaven 17,
EPMD,
Kevin Saunderson,
Don Cherry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marine Girls,
Clear Light,
Brothers Johnson,
Fugazi,
The Invisible,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minnie Riperton,
Desert Stars,
The Martian,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.