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 Guyana and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 KRS-One to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Urselle,
Terry Callier,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joensuu 1685,
Swell Maps,
Wire,
Mo-Dettes,
The Monochrome Set,
Underground Resistance,
Moebius,
Gang Starr,
Bill Near,
Severed Heads,
The Neon Judgement,
Aloha Tigers,
Delta 5,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Symarip,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sex Pistols,
Todd Rundgren,
U.S. Maple,
Kaleidoscope,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roger Hodgson,
Marc Almond,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Black Dice,
Zapp,
DNA,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Maleditus Sound,
Make Up,
Avey Tare,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Andrew Hill,
Kas Product,
Scientists,
B.T. Express,
Grey Daturas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
X-102,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nick Fraelich,
Lightning Bolt,
Alton Ellis,
Godley & Creme,
cv313,
Mars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Niagra,
Patti Smith,
Thompson Twins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harry Pussy,
Reagan Youth,
Khruangbin,
Blossom Toes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grauzone,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.