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 Czech Republic and from Delhi.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 Ken Boothe to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Deakin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Chris & Cosey,
The Blues Magoos,
The Star Department,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eric Dolphy,
Mr. Review,
The Skatalites,
Donny Hathaway,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fugazi,
The Last Poets,
Quantec,
Ornette Coleman,
Henry Cow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Don Cherry,
Audionom,
Subhumans,
The Wake,
The Count Five,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quando Quango,
The Angels of Light,
Hoover,
X-101,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare,
cv313,
Saccharine Trust,
Delta 5,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
MC5,
Urselle,
Vladislav Delay,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Supertramp,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Robert Wyatt,
Arab on Radar,
James White and The Blacks,
Malaria!,
Eddi Front,
Ice-T,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bill Wells,
New Age Steppers,
The Sonics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Byrd,
Jacob Miller,
The Standells,
Essential Logic,
Funkadelic,
10cc,
Faraquet,
Ohio Players,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.