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 Tunisia and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 David McCallum to the funk 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Slick Rick,
R.M.O.,
Main Source,
Trumans Water,
Stetsasonic,
Ultravox,
Alice Coltrane,
The Martian,
The J.B.'s,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Guru Guru,
Cameo,
Tears for Fears,
Adolescents,
David Bowie,
Desert Stars,
The Doors,
T. Rex,
Groovy Waters,
Mr. Review,
Prince Buster,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Grass Roots,
Dark Day,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Zeros,
Loose Ends,
Cybotron,
Spandau Ballet,
Das Ding,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mission of Burma,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gladiators,
Sun City Girls,
Swell Maps,
Pylon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sam Rivers,
Nick Fraelich,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DJ Sneak,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Slits,
Scratch Acid,
Albert Ayler,
Eddi Front,
Smog,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ice-T,
Morten Harket,
Lou Reed,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tommy Roe,
the Association,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.