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 Samoa and from Madrid.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Mars,
Scratch Acid,
Jandek,
Bill Wells,
Severed Heads,
Ohio Players,
Fluxion,
Alton Ellis,
One Last Wish,
Jerry's Kids,
Japan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stereo Dub,
Quantec,
Rufus Thomas,
Eurythmics,
JFA,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cluster,
Neu!,
Eve St. Jones,
Mission of Burma,
Scott Walker,
Zapp,
Suicide,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fall,
Donny Hathaway,
Scion,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marine Girls,
Jawbox,
Eric Copeland,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deakin,
Sight & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Metal Thangz,
Joy Division,
The Seeds,
Lakeside,
Hardrive,
Skarface,
Crash Course in Science,
Hashim,
Ossler,
Lee Hazlewood,
48th St. Collective,
Unwound,
Saccharine Trust,
Eden Ahbez,
Michelle Simonal,
The Victims,
Pussy Galore,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
June of 44,
Liliput,
Ronan,
Dennis Brown,
Graham Central Station,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.