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 Ireland and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bootsy Collins to the rock 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Maleditus Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Görl,
Lakeside,
the Germs,
Pole,
Fluxion,
Suburban Knight,
Funky Four + One,
The Names,
Monolake,
Guru Guru,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Sheep,
Ohio Players,
Negative Approach,
Eve St. Jones,
The New Christs,
Goldenarms,
Dark Day,
the Association,
Carl Craig,
Sun Ra,
Mandrill,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Boredoms,
The Smiths,
The Pretty Things,
David Bowie,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stetsasonic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aaron Thompson,
Index,
Cluster,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grey Daturas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minny Pops,
The Slits,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Surgeon,
Nick Fraelich,
Bob Dylan,
Jeff Lynne,
Mad Mike,
Intrusion,
The Cure,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultra Naté,
Joey Negro,
Brass Construction,
Pantaleimon,
Franke,
Barrington Levy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Hood,
John Foxx,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.