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 East Timor and from Toronto.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 Barbara Tucker to the crunk 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Donny Hathaway,
Henry Cow,
Banda Bassotti,
The Human League,
Dark Day,
Marine Girls,
Funky Four + One,
Gang Green,
Chrome,
Pulsallama,
The Selecter,
Warren Ellis,
Moebius,
The Gun Club,
This Heat,
Blake Baxter,
FM Einheit,
Suicide,
Pere Ubu,
In Retrospect,
Peter and Kerry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deakin,
The Dirtbombs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Index,
Peter & Gordon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cowsills,
the Soft Cell,
Tim Buckley,
Intrusion,
Erasure,
Brass Construction,
Glambeats Corp.,
Goldenarms,
Malaria!,
Carl Craig,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fortunes,
Ronan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Au Pairs,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Residents,
Avey Tare,
Neu!,
Marcia Griffiths,
Severed Heads,
The Vogues,
Rakim,
Matthew Bourne,
Mary Jane Girls,
KRS-One,
Hashim,
Skarface,
World's Most,
Khruangbin,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.