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 Mongolia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Freddie Wadling to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Hardrive,
The Raincoats,
The Busters,
Sugar Minott,
Sex Pistols,
Alice Coltrane,
Roxy Music,
FM Einheit,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Pretty Things,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hashim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bauhaus,
Oneida,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Womack,
Au Pairs,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gories,
Tommy Roe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DJ Sneak,
Bush Tetras,
Make Up,
Parry Music,
UT,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hoover,
Eli Mardock,
Vladislav Delay,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Normal,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Mummies,
Q and Not U,
Glambeats Corp.,
Danielle Patucci,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lindisfarne,
Spoonie Gee,
Gong,
Kas Product,
The Offenders,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Negative Approach,
Dual Sessions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Human League,
Bob Dylan,
The Names,
Flamin' Groovies,
Second Layer,
Crooked Eye,
Stiv Bators,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.