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 Equatorial Guinea and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin 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 Marmalade to the punk 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ronan,
MDC,
Royal Trux,
OOIOO,
Frankie Knuckles,
D'Angelo,
The Smiths,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Star Department,
Eden Ahbez,
The Real Kids,
The Five Americans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jeff Lynne,
Piero Umiliani,
The Black Dice,
Derrick Morgan,
Bauhaus,
The Stooges,
Robert Hood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Byrd,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gun Club,
Slick Rick,
Kool Moe Dee,
Idris Muhammad,
Sandy B,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Youth Brigade,
Black Pus,
Alton Ellis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jacques Brel,
Sixth Finger,
Mandrill,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Last Poets,
Rapeman,
Sight & Sound,
Swans,
These Immortal Souls,
Bob Dylan,
The Busters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Faust,
The Cure,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roxette,
Funky Four + One,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Magazine,
Tears for Fears,
Lee Hazlewood,
Danielle Patucci,
The Saints,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.