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 Sudan and from Philadelphia.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City 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 snare 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 Angels of Light to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Banda Bassotti,
The Zeros,
OOIOO,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Young Marble Giants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bush Tetras,
Lyres,
Cybotron,
Eli Mardock,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aaron Thompson,
New Order,
Hasil Adkins,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nick Fraelich,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Skaos,
Cluster,
Agent Orange,
Basic Channel,
Maleditus Sound,
The J.B.'s,
The Wake,
Funkadelic,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gun Club,
LL Cool J,
Ten City,
the Fania All-Stars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Dead C,
Drive Like Jehu,
Youth Brigade,
Warren Ellis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tubeway Army,
Black Moon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Magazine,
Oneida,
The Martian,
Malaria!,
The Divine Comedy,
In Retrospect,
Deakin,
Gang Starr,
Con Funk Shun,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lucky Dragons,
Tom Boy,
The Invisible,
The Beau Brummels,
MDC,
The Moody Blues,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.