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 United Kingdom and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Names to the punk 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Magazine,
Josef K,
Scan 7,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Anakelly,
Nirvana,
Lalann,
The Pretty Things,
Bob Dylan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scrapy,
The Smoke,
Ohio Players,
Lou Christie,
Lou Reed,
Flash Fearless,
Smog,
Harmonia,
Mark Hollis,
Letta Mbulu,
Eurythmics,
Jacques Brel,
Donny Hathaway,
Quando Quango,
Agent Orange,
Desert Stars,
Joey Negro,
Second Layer,
The Skatalites,
Grey Daturas,
the Human League,
Cal Tjader,
Niagra,
Faust,
Johnny Clarke,
Chris & Cosey,
Barrington Levy,
Black Moon,
Piero Umiliani,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Graham Central Station,
Tropical Tobacco,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yazoo,
The Smiths,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Walker Brothers,
Unwound,
The Saints,
Darondo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Spoonie Gee,
a-ha,
Nation of Ulysses,
Trumans Water,
Newcleus,
The Seeds,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dark Day,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.