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 Luxembourg and from London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Boredoms,
the Soft Cell,
Curtis Mayfield,
Porter Ricks,
John Cale,
Oneida,
Aloha Tigers,
Arab on Radar,
Crime,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
K-Klass,
Eric Copeland,
The Happenings,
Gabor Szabo,
The Smiths,
Robert Hood,
Byron Stingily,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gerry Rafferty,
Susan Cadogan,
David McCallum,
Nick Fraelich,
the Association,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marc Almond,
Minny Pops,
Mr. Review,
Scion,
U.S. Maple,
Royal Trux,
Soul II Soul,
Quadrant,
Ice-T,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tim Buckley,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Excepter,
Radio Birdman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
H. Thieme,
Barclay James Harvest,
Patti Smith,
Brand Nubian,
The Neon Judgement,
Tommy Roe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flipper,
Cymande,
Shoche,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
MDC,
Todd Rundgren,
The Barracudas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joey Negro,
Ornette Coleman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.