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 Hungary and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Jacques Brel,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Bar-Kays,
Los Fastidios,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Matthew Bourne,
Wolf Eyes,
The Five Americans,
Kaleidoscope,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Blossom Toes,
Kurtis Blow,
Harmonia,
Faust,
Panda Bear,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Byrd,
The J.B.'s,
Crash Course in Science,
Excepter,
Severed Heads,
The Alarm Clocks,
Popol Vuh,
Moebius,
The Slits,
Soft Machine,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crispian St. Peters,
Intrusion,
Don Cherry,
Monks,
Charles Mingus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mr. Review,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Normal,
X-Ray Spex,
Nik Kershaw,
Spoonie Gee,
K-Klass,
kango's stein massive,
Nico,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Reagan Youth,
Television Personalities,
Lower 48,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cymande,
Avey Tare,
Nils Olav,
Alphaville,
The Young Rascals,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.