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 Uruguay and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Organ,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Quadrant,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dual Sessions,
Roy Ayers,
Chris & Cosey,
Lungfish,
Bob Dylan,
Monolake,
New Age Steppers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marc Almond,
Dead Boys,
Gang Green,
The Sonics,
The Monochrome Set,
Marvin Gaye,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Standells,
X-102,
These Immortal Souls,
Steve Hackett,
Maurizio,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kerri Chandler,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-Ray Spex,
The Moody Blues,
Sandy B,
Tears for Fears,
Traffic Nightmare,
Trumans Water,
Idris Muhammad,
Los Fastidios,
The Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Blake Baxter,
The Doors,
Spoonie Gee,
Vladislav Delay,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Saints,
Eden Ahbez,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stiv Bators,
Henry Cow,
Parry Music,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mars,
Harry Pussy,
Tres Demented,
Second Layer,
Mandrill,
John Cale,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Marine Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.