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 Slovakia and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bauhaus to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Lou Reed,
Lindisfarne,
The Offenders,
Cheater Slicks,
Malaria!,
The Techniques,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bill Wells,
Terry Callier,
Yusef Lateef,
Eric Copeland,
Grey Daturas,
Skaos,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Mojo Men,
Sun City Girls,
The Saints,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tubeway Army,
Marc Almond,
Boogie Down Productions,
Robert Hood,
The Stooges,
Babytalk,
Index,
Desert Stars,
Pylon,
The Move,
CMW,
Gang Starr,
Young Marble Giants,
Quadrant,
Magma,
New Order,
The Beau Brummels,
The Skatalites,
Juan Atkins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Deepchord,
Crash Course in Science,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Patti Smith,
Deakin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Inner City,
Outsiders,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joensuu 1685,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Los Fastidios,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jacques Brel,
The Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Agitation Free,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.