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 Russia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Amon Düül to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Nation of Ulysses,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stiv Bators,
Kaleidoscope,
Procol Harum,
AZ,
Connie Case,
Kenny Larkin,
Cameo,
Whodini,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lalann,
The Fortunes,
Sun City Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rites of Spring,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wire,
The Leaves,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Basic Channel,
Scion,
Gang Starr,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Clear Light,
Cymande,
Todd Terry,
MC5,
Albert Ayler,
Visage,
Y Pants,
Skarface,
Colin Newman,
The Selecter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tubeway Army,
Jerry's Kids,
Echospace,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camouflage,
The Pretty Things,
The Cure,
Pere Ubu,
Rakim,
The Durutti Column,
Juan Atkins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Althea and Donna,
Q and Not U,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Howard Jones,
Nico,
Ponytail,
Outsiders,
Harry Pussy,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.