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 Switzerland and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Todd Terry to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mojo Men,
Ossler,
Pere Ubu,
The Offenders,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Bananas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Quantec,
Pantytec,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soul II Soul,
MC5,
Morten Harket,
Second Layer,
Deadbeat,
Lindisfarne,
CMW,
Fad Gadget,
Blossom Toes,
Max Romeo,
Byron Stingily,
Mars,
Fluxion,
Theoretical Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
Lower 48,
The Dirtbombs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lyres,
The Young Rascals,
Spoonie Gee,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Mandrill,
Panda Bear,
R.M.O.,
The Victims,
Aloha Tigers,
The Wake,
Amon Düül II,
The Human League,
Make Up,
Scott Walker,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cybotron,
Harmonia,
Pole,
Tom Boy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang of Four,
Ultra Naté,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alice Coltrane,
Reuben Wilson,
Avey Tare,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marc Almond,
Marmalade,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.