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 Tonga and from Tehran.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Charles Mingus to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Trumans Water,
Brothers Johnson,
Outsiders,
Fat Boys,
Liliput,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Sherman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gabor Szabo,
Sun Ra,
New Age Steppers,
Fad Gadget,
Maurizio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pere Ubu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mo-Dettes,
Toni Rubio,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cramps,
Rosa Yemen,
Porter Ricks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Blossom Toes,
Slick Rick,
Minor Threat,
Babytalk,
The Angels of Light,
Sound Behaviour,
PIL,
In Retrospect,
Moby Grape,
L. Decosne,
Roxy Music,
The Index,
Scrapy,
Model 500,
Stiv Bators,
Harmonia,
Fifty Foot Hose,
H. Thieme,
Metal Thangz,
Gichy Dan,
Thompson Twins,
Fatback Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Isaac Hayes,
Crooked Eye,
Massinfluence,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wolf Eyes,
Unwound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Intrusion,
The Skatalites,
Whodini,
Kerrie Biddell,
Idris Muhammad,
X-101,
Von Mondo,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.