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 Bangladesh and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Fall to the rap 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Pole,
Boogie Down Productions,
PIL,
Harry Pussy,
the Sonics,
Fugazi,
Television Personalities,
Lucky Dragons,
Q and Not U,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mo-Dettes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flipper,
Sällskapet,
Easy Going,
Gabor Szabo,
Brick,
Johnny Osbourne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rites of Spring,
Erasure,
Cheater Slicks,
Max Romeo,
Eden Ahbez,
Roxette,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pagans,
Jacques Brel,
Moebius,
Jeff Mills,
Lalann,
Amazonics,
Black Flag,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Con Funk Shun,
Laurel Aitken,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Al Stewart,
The Mojo Men,
The Gladiators,
Mark Hollis,
Urselle,
Charles Mingus,
Outsiders,
the Swans,
Flash Fearless,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hardrive,
Fat Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Leaves,
the Normal,
Metal Thangz,
Barry Ungar,
Niagra,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.