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 Belize and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Birthday Party,
The Fire Engines,
Heaven 17,
U.S. Maple,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Womack,
Avey Tare,
Todd Rundgren,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mandrill,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sällskapet,
Laurel Aitken,
X-102,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Slackers,
Section 25,
The Victims,
DJ Style,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Byrd,
Kas Product,
Magazine,
Aural Exciters,
Severed Heads,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Godley & Creme,
Crash Course in Science,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Raincoats,
Stiv Bators,
Roxy Music,
Nick Fraelich,
Yellowson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Germs,
Visage,
Hasil Adkins,
Warren Ellis,
Charles Mingus,
Harry Pussy,
Groovy Waters,
Josef K,
Basic Channel,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vainqueur,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Knickerbockers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Zapp,
Danielle Patucci,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
David Axelrod,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.