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 Equatorial Guinea and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 Eric B and Rakim to the funk 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Royal Trux,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Prince Buster,
Kerri Chandler,
Gabor Szabo,
the Association,
OOIOO,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Terry Callier,
Lou Reed,
Talk Talk,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Matthew Halsall,
Pere Ubu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jesper Dahlback,
Audionom,
The Vogues,
Can,
Freddie Wadling,
Livin' Joy,
LL Cool J,
The Invisible,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Carl Craig,
PIL,
New Age Steppers,
Minor Threat,
Fluxion,
Fat Boys,
Basic Channel,
Duran Duran,
Buzzcocks,
Patti Smith,
Pierre Henry,
Maurizio,
The Music Machine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Christie,
EPMD,
The Kinks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Saints,
Chrome,
Gerry Rafferty,
Agitation Free,
Radiohead,
Skaos,
Ronan,
Interpol,
Zapp,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Glenn Branca,
Fela Kuti,
Yusef Lateef,
Newcleus,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.