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 Mongolia and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Robert Palmer 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 48th St. Collective to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
The Velvet Underground,
Alton Ellis,
Ten City,
Lou Christie,
Lalo Schifrin,
Desert Stars,
Harry Pussy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Symarip,
Don Cherry,
Adolescents,
Junior Murvin,
Barry Ungar,
Clear Light,
The Mummies,
Gichy Dan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Livin' Joy,
Au Pairs,
8 Eyed Spy,
DJ Style,
Carl Craig,
Infiniti,
Johnny Clarke,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
MDC,
Sexual Harrassment,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Half Japanese,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
June Days,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Groovy Waters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jimmy McGriff,
Warsaw,
Skriet,
Blancmange,
Chris Corsano,
Soft Cell,
Fluxion,
Bluetip,
Erasure,
Ultra Naté,
Jeff Mills,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Sherman,
John Coltrane,
Severed Heads,
Barrington Levy,
Supertramp,
Glenn Branca,
The Toasters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mr. Review,
Grauzone,
Alice Coltrane,
The Pop Group,
Max Romeo,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.