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 Ghana and from Salvador.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Lou Reed to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Anthony Braxton,
James White and The Blacks,
the Soft Cell,
Cal Tjader,
Barry Ungar,
Theoretical Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
June of 44,
Chris Corsano,
Malaria!,
DNA,
Urselle,
The Smoke,
Warsaw,
The Pop Group,
Swans,
Neu!,
Zero Boys,
Rapeman,
Skarface,
Von Mondo,
Cheater Slicks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mission of Burma,
The J.B.'s,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Evens,
Todd Rundgren,
Tomorrow,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bronski Beat,
Kevin Saunderson,
Procol Harum,
Moebius,
Gang Starr,
Nas,
Godley & Creme,
Avey Tare,
Jawbox,
Quadrant,
Nico,
The Dead C,
U.S. Maple,
Ten City,
The Blackbyrds,
Angry Samoans,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Dave Clark Five,
Icehouse,
Robert Hood,
the Swans,
Don Cherry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rites of Spring,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Litter,
The Moody Blues,
Severed Heads,
Colin Newman,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.