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 Sweden and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Von Mondo to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scrapy,
Tim Buckley,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Real Kids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mission of Burma,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Holt,
Tomorrow,
Gang of Four,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Warsaw,
The Electric Prunes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wasted Youth,
Little Man,
The Gap Band,
Godley & Creme,
Neu!,
Niagra,
Wire,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Glenn Branca,
Althea and Donna,
Yusef Lateef,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sister Nancy,
Pole,
The Divine Comedy,
Ossler,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Metal Thangz,
David McCallum,
Sound Behaviour,
Cal Tjader,
Au Pairs,
The Count Five,
Lalann,
Rotary Connection,
Jacques Brel,
Don Cherry,
Anakelly,
Chrome,
Sam Rivers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Move,
Aaron Thompson,
Pagans,
The Blackbyrds,
the Germs,
Supertramp,
The Last Poets,
Grandmaster Flash,
E-Dancer,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.