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 Costa Rica and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Slave to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Massinfluence,
Rufus Thomas,
The Dirtbombs,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Grass Roots,
Sonny Sharrock,
U.S. Maple,
Tropical Tobacco,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roxy Music,
Main Source,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Pretty Things,
Connie Case,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Saints,
Malaria!,
Shuggie Otis,
June of 44,
Tears for Fears,
Essential Logic,
Youth Brigade,
Goldenarms,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amon Düül,
Liliput,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hoover,
48th St. Collective,
John Coltrane,
The Selecter,
Guru Guru,
Royal Trux,
New Order,
Fugazi,
Lightning Bolt,
Danielle Patucci,
Harpers Bizarre,
Howard Jones,
Todd Terry,
The Litter,
The Skatalites,
Absolute Body Control,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Easy Going,
Franke,
Gastr Del Sol,
Underground Resistance,
Lyres,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Red Krayola,
Accadde A,
Colin Newman,
Oneida,
Tom Boy,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.