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 Malaysia and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Liaisons Dangereuses 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fat Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alton Ellis,
Los Fastidios,
Heaven 17,
Carl Craig,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
AZ,
Quadrant,
Blake Baxter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Urselle,
Infiniti,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Sherman,
Magazine,
Lucky Dragons,
John Cale,
Can,
Visage,
Joey Negro,
Oblivians,
The Shadows of Knight,
Zero Boys,
Godley & Creme,
Fela Kuti,
Con Funk Shun,
Jandek,
Maleditus Sound,
The Dead C,
Electric Prunes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Young Rascals,
Negative Approach,
Scratch Acid,
Joe Finger,
Desert Stars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stiv Bators,
Soul II Soul,
Nirvana,
Donald Byrd,
Ultravox,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fort Wilson Riot,
David Bowie,
The Electric Prunes,
Goldenarms,
48th St. Collective,
Flash Fearless,
Crispy Ambulance,
Khruangbin,
The United States of America,
X-101,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Grass Roots,
Monolake,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.