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 Austria and from Hong Kong.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Boz Scaggs to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Can,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barbara Tucker,
Donny Hathaway,
Hasil Adkins,
Dave Gahan,
Joensuu 1685,
The Angels of Light,
Brick,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Infiniti,
Dark Day,
Hot Snakes,
The Doors,
Liliput,
Second Layer,
The Neon Judgement,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stiv Bators,
Ultimate Spinach,
Junior Murvin,
The Knickerbockers,
The Real Kids,
Neil Young,
Tom Boy,
Underground Resistance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-101,
Girls At Our Best!,
Judy Mowatt,
David McCallum,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
ABC,
Scott Walker,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ten City,
Faraquet,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Monks,
Al Stewart,
Magma,
Mr. Review,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Surgeon,
The Pop Group,
Lalo Schifrin,
Reuben Wilson,
Sparks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mark Hollis,
Steve Hackett,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lyres,
Television,
Suicide,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.