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 Saudi Arabia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Joensuu 1685 to the techno 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Cecil Taylor,
Junior Murvin,
Outsiders,
The Cowsills,
Roxy Music,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Reed,
Reagan Youth,
Minor Threat,
Jacques Brel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rites of Spring,
Hardrive,
The Stooges,
Minny Pops,
Yaz,
Throbbing Gristle,
Anthony Braxton,
Fear,
Duran Duran,
Alton Ellis,
Crime,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joey Negro,
Aloha Tigers,
Simply Red,
Banda Bassotti,
Fat Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
Intrusion,
Stiv Bators,
Robert Görl,
The Seeds,
The Walker Brothers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Malaria!,
Hot Snakes,
U.S. Maple,
Negative Approach,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Womack,
Jacob Miller,
Marc Almond,
Buzzcocks,
X-101,
R.M.O.,
Tres Demented,
Yazoo,
Idris Muhammad,
These Immortal Souls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Quadrant,
Brick,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare,
Roxette,
Bill Wells,
Rosa Yemen,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.