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 Guinea-Bissau and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Audionom to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Tim Buckley,
Severed Heads,
Lakeside,
The Star Department,
Altered Images,
Eddi Front,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barbara Tucker,
The Seeds,
the Bar-Kays,
Wasted Youth,
Niagra,
The Red Krayola,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sonic Youth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Letta Mbulu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nico,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Lightning Bolt,
Deadbeat,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang Green,
Sex Pistols,
Agitation Free,
Camberwell Now,
Sam Rivers,
Blancmange,
The J.B.'s,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Robert Wyatt,
Ponytail,
Cheater Slicks,
Marvin Gaye,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Zero Boys,
Q and Not U,
Public Enemy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kenny Larkin,
Depeche Mode,
Pulsallama,
Jeff Mills,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bill Near,
U.S. Maple,
Cecil Taylor,
Crash Course in Science,
MDC,
Banda Bassotti,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rotary Connection,
Ultravox,
PIL,
Angry Samoans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Connie Case,
Jawbox,
The Knickerbockers,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.