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 Cuba and from London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 Joy Division to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
The Monks,
Kerri Chandler,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Monolake,
Excepter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yazoo,
Minny Pops,
Underground Resistance,
Glenn Branca,
Animal Collective,
Sugar Minott,
Sister Nancy,
Sällskapet,
The Gap Band,
John Cale,
Sound Behaviour,
Pagans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Patti Smith,
The Trojans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jerry's Kids,
Flipper,
E-Dancer,
Lou Christie,
Roxy Music,
Gong,
The Residents,
Letta Mbulu,
Alphaville,
Essential Logic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Agitation Free,
Zero Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sonics,
Royal Trux,
The Shadows of Knight,
MC5,
Aural Exciters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Donny Hathaway,
Tropical Tobacco,
Michelle Simonal,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mission of Burma,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Oblivians,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fat Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
Ludus,
Scott Walker,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kerrie Biddell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Quantec,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.