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 Netherlands 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Crash Course in Science to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Television,
OOIOO,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barry Ungar,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Maurizio,
Ultra Naté,
Arab on Radar,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soft Cell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Donny Hathaway,
Procol Harum,
Reuben Wilson,
Grey Daturas,
Idris Muhammad,
Lindisfarne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nirvana,
Jeff Mills,
Jacob Miller,
Schoolly D,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yusef Lateef,
Dawn Penn,
Juan Atkins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
U.S. Maple,
Brothers Johnson,
T.S.O.L.,
Vladislav Delay,
Essential Logic,
Alton Ellis,
Matthew Bourne,
Liliput,
Silicon Teens,
Lightning Bolt,
Depeche Mode,
The Moleskins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fluxion,
The Remains,
Dark Day,
Monolake,
Rosa Yemen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Index,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Man Parrish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Visage,
Los Fastidios,
Joe Smooth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sandy B,
Deakin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Supertramp,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.