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 Eritrea and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 sitar 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 Roxette to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Cecil Taylor,
Marshall Jefferson,
Junior Murvin,
Moby Grape,
the Association,
Pole,
Jawbox,
UT,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Adolescents,
Essential Logic,
Section 25,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Last Poets,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Shuggie Otis,
Quadrant,
Guru Guru,
Mr. Review,
The Names,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fear,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joe Smooth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wolf Eyes,
Roy Ayers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Toasters,
Stereo Dub,
the Swans,
Juan Atkins,
The Misunderstood,
Heaven 17,
Lucky Dragons,
Accadde A,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Beau Brummels,
Ralphi Rosario,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Erykah Badu,
Ludus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mission of Burma,
Joy Division,
Royal Trux,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kool Moe Dee,
Archie Shepp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
CMW,
Dennis Brown,
Oblivians,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Byrd,
Cybotron,
Scott Walker,
Sunsets and Hearts,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.