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 San Marino and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 Kurtis Blow to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Marine Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marvin Gaye,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sun Ra,
The Last Poets,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pierre Henry,
Bush Tetras,
The Real Kids,
LL Cool J,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Country Teasers,
Eddi Front,
Freddie Wadling,
Alison Limerick,
Excepter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Babytalk,
Swans,
X-101,
David Bowie,
Toni Rubio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joensuu 1685,
Cymande,
New Age Steppers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Offenders,
The Slits,
Rekid,
Delta 5,
Lalann,
The Busters,
Das Ding,
The Red Krayola,
Shuggie Otis,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Normal,
Duran Duran,
Amazonics,
Faust,
Moby Grape,
Maurizio,
Jawbox,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Quantec,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Panda Bear,
Andrew Hill,
Negative Approach,
Massinfluence,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Chris Corsano,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Carl Craig,
Ultra Naté,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.