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 Nigeria and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 Sarah Menescal to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Motorama,
Letta Mbulu,
DJ Sneak,
Cal Tjader,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fire Engines,
The Beau Brummels,
Trumans Water,
La Düsseldorf,
Soul Sonic Force,
Essential Logic,
Bang On A Can,
Gang Starr,
Marine Girls,
Iggy Pop,
Erykah Badu,
Joe Smooth,
Thompson Twins,
Television Personalities,
Half Japanese,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Zero Boys,
Donald Byrd,
Pantaleimon,
Sällskapet,
Marc Almond,
Pylon,
Echospace,
The Mummies,
The Gladiators,
Shoche,
Lou Reed,
Duran Duran,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jacob Miller,
Intrusion,
The Invisible,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Smiths,
Mantronix,
The Standells,
Ossler,
Sound Behaviour,
Malaria!,
Radio Birdman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Carl Craig,
Underground Resistance,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ronan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gil Scott Heron,
Junior Murvin,
Althea and Donna,
Nik Kershaw,
Josef K,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Altered Images,
David Bowie,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.