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 Nigeria and from Copenhagen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Bob Dylan to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Absolute Body Control,
Tommy Roe,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Animal Collective,
Royal Trux,
The Selecter,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gories,
R.M.O.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ten City,
X-Ray Spex,
Sam Rivers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Basic Channel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sparks,
The Invisible,
The Dave Clark Five,
LL Cool J,
Babytalk,
Pantytec,
Skaos,
Byron Stingily,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Womack,
Neil Young,
The Toasters,
Banda Bassotti,
Colin Newman,
Sandy B,
Rekid,
K-Klass,
Jacob Miller,
Clear Light,
Jesper Dahlback,
Skarface,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Duran Duran,
The Martian,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Blossom Toes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Danielle Patucci,
Second Layer,
Terry Callier,
Whodini,
David McCallum,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ohio Players,
Khruangbin,
Subhumans,
Essential Logic,
Technova,
In Retrospect,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Association,
Bill Wells,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.