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 Kiribati and from New York.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gang of Four to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Trumans Water,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
CMW,
Sly & The Family Stone,
ABC,
Nick Fraelich,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jacob Miller,
Susan Cadogan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
UT,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
F. McDonald,
Television,
Basic Channel,
the Swans,
Tres Demented,
Crime,
Juan Atkins,
The Neon Judgement,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Last Poets,
Negative Approach,
Circle Jerks,
Byron Stingily,
Bizarre Inc.,
T.S.O.L.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Germs,
Sam Rivers,
Whodini,
Pussy Galore,
Sound Behaviour,
Arab on Radar,
Gichy Dan,
Don Cherry,
The Slits,
The Victims,
Scott Walker,
Pylon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Thompson Twins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Lydon,
The Pop Group,
Rekid,
Youth Brigade,
Dawn Penn,
The Associates,
Arthur Verocai,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Vainqueur,
Idris Muhammad,
David Axelrod,
Cheater Slicks,
The Leaves,
Black Moon,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.