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 Turkey and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Supertramp to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics 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?
Dennis Brown,
Quantec,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scion,
Fad Gadget,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scratch Acid,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nico,
Derrick May,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Faraquet,
Mars,
Trumans Water,
The Names,
Shoche,
Urselle,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tomorrow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Althea and Donna,
Grandmaster Flash,
T.S.O.L.,
Sixth Finger,
Ornette Coleman,
Metal Thangz,
Al Stewart,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Blues Magoos,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Au Pairs,
Maleditus Sound,
Tommy Roe,
New York Dolls,
Eli Mardock,
The Count Five,
The Raincoats,
Tropical Tobacco,
Outsiders,
Nas,
Pantaleimon,
Laurel Aitken,
Marmalade,
Jerry's Kids,
Wally Richardson,
Wolf Eyes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Magma,
The Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Mojo Men,
cv313,
Reuben Wilson,
The Searchers,
Qualms,
Glenn Branca,
The Modern Lovers,
Rod Modell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Lydon,
The Dirtbombs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.