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 Belgium and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Blake Baxter,
The Grass Roots,
Sällskapet,
Joyce Sims,
The Slackers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultra Naté,
10cc,
Reagan Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
Skarface,
Mantronix,
The Birthday Party,
ABBA,
JFA,
Glenn Branca,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soft Machine,
Q and Not U,
Moebius,
The Red Krayola,
the Slits,
Second Layer,
Metal Thangz,
Joe Finger,
EPMD,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marmalade,
The Offenders,
Blancmange,
Ponytail,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rotary Connection,
Joy Division,
In Retrospect,
Jacob Miller,
New Order,
Gang Green,
David Axelrod,
The Slits,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kayak,
Los Fastidios,
Minor Threat,
Dark Day,
John Coltrane,
The Knickerbockers,
Public Enemy,
Fad Gadget,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sound Behaviour,
The Neon Judgement,
Swans,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Smiths,
Neil Young,
The Pretty Things,
Royal Trux,
Whodini,
Skaos,
Yellowson,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.